I was looking for a breath of life
another taste of divine rush
He really doesn’t need to worry about mannerisms. This is Shaytan we’re talking about. She doesn’t worry about them either. She probably should, but no one questions the crazy girl and no one cares that she doesn’t have manners, so why should she ever learn any? The bunnies don’t care. What would she say to them anyway? Oh dear, ever so sorry that I’m going to crush your skull and drink your blood? Would that make her any better? No, then she’d just be the crazy girl who’s now +2 wacko points for talking to her victims, who CLEARLY can’t speak in the first place.
So the roundabout thing that you should take away from this is that Brynmor is in good company with his less than polished manners.
He swivels to face her, and now she can see the unseeing eyes and the way that his ears flicker about to try and narrow in on her position. Shaytan has never met a blind pony before, so she stares unabashedly at him, unaware that he cannot see her doing this. “A captain of the Chamber,” she manages to reply, though the thought of it is funny enough. What has she done to deserve this? Nothing but steal an old man from the Tundra and wander around aimlessly. If this is a sign of Straia’s love, she’ll bask in it. She’ll bathe in it. She’ll be whatever her beautiful Queen wants her to be. And then, because she is rude and impulsive and says what she wants to say, Shaytan speaks again. “What’s with your eyes?”
If he could see, he would probably ask her what’s with the fanged bunny on your chest? But he can’t, and so some things are better left unanswered.
Shaytan
so many lives
so many pairs of eyes