Set
09-12-2016, 10:14 PM
" There's a black bird perched outside my window, I hear him calling. I hear him sing. He burns me with his eyes of gold to embers. He sees all my sins. He reads my soul. "
He watches her carefully, shrewd as he examines the play of emotions across her face. Her muscles tense at his first address, fear struck through docile eyes, only relaxing when he assures her of his leniency - leniency he has no right to bestow, but does so anyway. His eyes track the lift of her mouth at her sudden smile, body gone lax, trusting. His gaze falls to the thrum of blood in her jugular, prominently displayed given her lack of a winter coat. It's fascinating, this sudden awareness of mortality. Though his body is frozen, suspended in the aging process so that he will never creep physically past his prime, no longer does he possess the power to rebuild himself should real trouble beset him. This fragility of life ... he examines it intensely, an outsider who once looked out, and now does so again.
Her response belies her origins, the rough tones of her native tongue giving her voice an exotic taste. Bahira ...
There was a time in Beqanna where the mere mention of his name brought forth stark memories, both of deeds and misdeeds. It is no so now. Few remain who are able to match face to name, or name to face, though it would seem that this sudden vortex their homeland has thrust upon them has coaxed many once-familiar faces from the woodwork. He bears little fear that she will know him, this docile innocent tinged with sadness and loss. "Set," he says by way of introduction, a dark ear twitching in her direction. One corner of his mouth twists up in a wry, mocking grin. "Don't believe everything you'll hear." He lets the warning hang in the air a moment before sweeping away the somber tone their conversation has suddenly taken.
"Why are you here?"
SET
alliance champion, once king, magician