Location: Asper ~ Pits / Ensemble ~ Kimono Dress
In days of youth onyx was a young miako, back before she made the decision to follow the footsteps of her father, way of the sword. She was versed in the arts and it was ingrained. It was something that she could never forget no matter how hard she tried, save maybe amnesia. So when she served up that tea, she served it like someone with experience. It had a certain poise to it not that anyone, especially someone like Leon could ever pick up on. It was the way she was able to have control over the hot pot, hold her one sleeve back, and yet still manage to rest her fingertips delicately to the lid as she poured. It was the way she set the pot down and picked up the cup. Not like a monkey but like the wind picks up the leaves. It was the way she handed him the cup, not with a sloppy shove or an expected arrival but like an offering before an altar. All of these things, these beautiful things would go utterly unnoticed by someone who was not keen, someone who wasn't versed or old enough to recognize the pleasures of the 'old world'. It was the world Onyx came from. It was not through her face nor her body that her age did show.
Blow to oblivion the question of her age and grace melted away as she talked with her mouth full like a child. Something her Okasa would have beat her with a bamboo rod for so very very long ago. No, she was no longer the miako, Geisha to be. This was the pirate in her, the defiance, the gull to be everything society told her that she wasn't allowed to be. The subtle, casual '******** you' to the face. A 'Lady' ought never to talk with her mouth full and seagulls ought not to s**t on a clean car, but they do. Leon was laughing at her but his words made her laugh at him. He spoke about demons and supernaturals.
“Are demons, right, and uvver supernaturals always this strange compared ter humans on this planet?”
'Are demons right? I'm sorry I don't understand what you are asking there but I can say that there are so many different types of supernaturals that, yes, they are vastly different than humans. First of all Leon most humans do not know that there is a world, life, that belongs to we supernaturals. They do not think nor believe that we even exist and usually live among them. Those that do know of our existence do not like us and are generally very afraid." she told him truthfully.