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 Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 1:24 am
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Location: Edge of the Riftwood, towards Makai
Time: Night.
Moonlight streamed into the spring water, making it swirl with silver hue as it reflected off the smooth sands and rocks that lay in the shallow, clear, somewhat luminescent waters. Lutea had stumbled back upon it after gaining permission from her rather tempermental travelling companion, Nine, to go to it alone, so she could drink and wash herself. After she had done so, she simply sat upon a large boulder that peeked into the spring, a pile of dogwood flowers beside her, which she was idly letting drop into the spring, watching them float away slowly, accompanied by a soft melody as she sang quietly to them.
Her voice made the spirits stir, ripples distorting the surface of the otherwise still spring as they joined her, giving her voice that unearthly quality that sank into the soul, soothing it, drawing it closer to the surface.
The leaves rustled with the soft wind, and Lutea's voice silenced as she looked up, able to make out a few wayward stars beyond the dark leaves. Nine would probably look for her soon, but she didn't quite care yet to return, and instead stretched out on the rock on her back, turning the last plucked dogwood flower in her hands as she stared up at the night sky, alone with the stars -- or so she thought.
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 10:07 am
A sense of nostalgia washed over his old bones one dark night. The Spiritus couldn’t stay calm in his home for his legs wanted to move as he walked into the darkness with the company of the lovely moon by his side. Fol has always felt calm during the night time as he walked into the dark scenery before him; his eyes glowed as they reflect the gentle moonlight to see around him. It has been far too many years that the knight has lived here in the city of Lumena, for centuries maybe but he has lost count. But at times, he can feel his ancient bones craving for the sense of the darkness like what Niflheim has comforted him and also what the Riftwood has offered during the beginning years of his life here as a monster.
He walked along the forest’s edge. His glowing icy eyes looked upon the old wood before him and raised his hand up that was curtained behind his fur cloak to touch the dry bark. It crumbled underneath his fingertips and left dirt under the digits and nails but he smiled in humor. “I certainly am an old man . . .” Fol muttered to himself for it really was highly humorous to him. But then, a gentle sound has captured his ears. They twitched around in sheer curiosity of where it’s coming from and who caused it. It made the Fenrir Spiritus feel a strong, burning sensation in his chest as he closed his eyes to listen to the gentle melody of the night. It had touch his spirit of who he is and roused it so much that he was walking towards to the origin of the song. The knight couldn’t help but to tip his head back and part his lips open to reveal his sharp canines as he howled. It wasn’t a threatening tone or one to start the hunt, but a gentle harmonization as he howled in different tones to accompany the song.
But when the following silence came, Fol stopped his howling and moved faster to where he last heard it. The Fenrir wanted to know who the owner of the song is. He looked past the shadows in the Riftwoods of such dire that his eyes glowed like fire as he walked through. Another sense has brought up to the man as he now smelled the mixture of pure water and sweet floral. To think that these woods can produce something like that? But the man continued to follow his senses that were so entranced just until he finally came across a spring in the woods. In the rippling dark waters he saw flower blossoms floating gently and idly by. He looked upon the trail until he flicked his eyes up to see that there was someone sitting on the boulders on the opposite end where he stood. She looked . . . so ethereal; an otherworldly being that made him gasp softly at the sight of her and his tail swaying softly behind him. He had almost forgot to speak and the language of this land as he part his lips in wanting to speak, but at last, he found a few words he can muster. “Who . . . are you?” Fol questioned with brilliant curiosity in his glowing eyes. The Fenrir wanted to move closer to her and see but his feet were apparently glued to the ground below him. “Are you the one singing earlier?”
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 10:30 am
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The sky was an endless ocean of black and blue and silver, the stars dimming and glowing as they whispered secrets to each other. It was hypnotically peaceful, and Lutea's eyes were growing heavy -- until she heard the rustle, and the male voice from across the spring.
Alarmed, she sat bolt upright on the stone, long locks of dark lavender hair spilling down her front and back like a veil, and stared at the man before her with wide, lilac-hued eyes. The first thing she noticed was the glint of the moonlight against his armor, and the crystal-clear blue eyes that seemed lit up as they soaked in moonlight, and then slowly she realized that the triangular tufts were not hair, but actual ears, and why..he even had a tail! But, he couldn't possibly be a chimera alchemist....they were still so far away from the borders of Midgard.
Lutea remained silent, assessing him, all the while her heartbeat thrummed loudly in her chest, so loud she was worried he would hear it. Should she cry out for Nine? But no, he didn't seem threatening -- curious, if anything, so finally she spoke, her voice soft and lulling. "I didn't mean to disturb you, she murmured, pulling her hair around one side of her neck. She twisted the long strands around her fingers nervously. "I didn't know someone else was nearby. Could it be...." She raised her gaze back to his, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly in the ghost of a smile. "...That what I thought I heard earlier was...howling, and it was you doing it? Were you teasing me, I wonder?"
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 11:16 am
The mysterious woman was so startled when she first saw him. It did make him feel terrible for he didn’t mean to but as he looked at her more . . . he wonders who she is. Perhaps a witch? But then again he would have seen her around Makai by now. But that wasn’t the case now as he was fixated on her; fixing her long dark lavender locks and wrapping some around her ghostly pale finger. Even by the smallest of actions had made the wolf smile softly to her as a peek of his sharp canines made visible. His ears twitched as he could hear her fear for him and remained at a distant from the curious being. “No . . . you didn’t disturb me at all.” Fol reassured her gently as he slowly walked around the spring. She did though, in a way, striking his curiosity even more.
Finally, he saw her smile. It was a faint one but it did made him stop at the mention she heard someone howling somewhere. That made Fol remembered as he looked away from her in a sheepish manner. He couldn’t believe that he did howl as a shade of embarrassing soft pink bloomed upon his cheeks and ears pressing down against his head. “Ah . . . yes, that was me earlier. So I suppose I should be the one to apologize for disturbing you. And I truly am.” The wolf said as he face her again and gave a small bow to her in showing that he truly is sorry for it. He stood back up to his tall stature now with his smile having a bit of a coy to the corners of his lips. “I heard the most beautiful singing in the world and it had made want to howl in accompany to you.” He couldn’t suppress his howling if he could or else Fol would feel that he could burst. Those icy blue orbs were fixated upon her again as he continued to walk towards her. His arms firm to his side in showing that he is of no threat to her as he is now a mere few feet away from the mysterious woman. “My name is Folkvardr. May I perhaps learn your name as well?”
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 11:43 am
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With every step closer he took to her, Lutea's gaze followed him, until he finally stood within a couple feet of her. She had turned on the rock, bringing her knees up and wrapping her arms protectively around her legs, peering owlishly at him from behind her knees. She dropped her gaze from his sharp eyes, eyeing the crest on the side of a cloak he wore draped over one shoulder, and took note of his armor, the way he carried himself, the way he spoke. "You're a knight," she said, peeking back up at him. She had always avoided the Rune Knights of Midgard, knowing deep down how power hungry they were. Anything for the greater good. Were these knights in Makai the same? "It's the way you carry yourself, and how you speak. It's easy to tell." she reached a hand toward him timidly, a demure smile remaining on her lips. "Mine name, it is Lutea, dear knight." She gently gripped his fingertips in an effort to shake his hand, keeping her eyes locked onto his. "I can tell you're a knight, but you seem very different from the knights in Midgard. Or are you also planning to steal me away to be used by your king?" Her small feathered wings gave a little stretch beneath the curtain of her hair, the delicate feathers glistening their tips in the silver moonlight.
The minute she felt his fingertips, she gave a soft shudder. Rougher than her own, probably calloused with years of combat, but the warmth from his digits was so easy to become lost in, especially amid the contrast of the slight chill of the night. Before he thought her demeanor odd, she slid her gaze back up to his face, awaiting his answer. "Or is it you always take moonlight strolls through a potentially fatal forest?"
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 1:11 pm
Fol saw the new defensive position from the ethereal woman now as she brought her legs up and hugging her knees. That did made the man frown slightly for it means that she is afraid of him for some reason or another when he means no harm and only wants to know more about her. But his attire brought a sense of fright seeing those soft lilac hues looking over to the cloak that hangs over his shoulder and eyeing the symbol of the Cerberus Knights which made him look over at his cloak before returning to meet her gaze. “Indeed, I am a knight here of Makai.” He cleared his occupation to her to confirm it. While she appears frighten still, his eyes flicked down to see her gentle hand reaching out to grab his by the mere fingertips for a friendly handshake as she introduce herself. But his smile grew warm in seeing her attempt pass that fear as he shook her hand. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lutea.”
His ears pricked up at the sound of subtle sadness in her voice among the last of her sentence she spoke. Stealing her away? How could people do such a thing? But then again, thinking about the Blackhearts here who hunt down and kill his kind and their offspring of the majin and witch eaters there are bound to be more people like that around. However, this meant that she is not an ordinary being which was made fact when he saw those delicate wings appearing behind her dark lavender hair and fluttered slightly. How intriguing, so much that he had forgotten about the question that was spoken to him as she continued to speak as they simply lulled his ears. A smile remerges once again as he then leaned down to press his lips against her delicate fingers; showing a strong chivalrous act of respect in meeting her. His lips were cold upon feeling the warm fingers due to his cold element but soon they gain their warmth pass the coldness until he pulled away and looked up to Lutea. “From time to time, I enjoy revisiting my once old home from many years ago. Although they are not so fatal now once I have left them.” It must have confused the young woman more of what exactly did he mean by that, hearing the chuckle from him, but he gently released her hand and stepped away to explore the surrounding woods as well as giving her some space and comfort if she desires it.
Fol gazed upon the trees shone by the moon above them. They had a certain glow among the darkness which he loves so much; seeing the fond look upon his scarred face. “I am a knight that protects others from harm as I lay down my life to make theirs flourished for years to come. I have done so, for many years of my life when I once came to this land and I won’t break the vows that I’ve made the moment I entered knighthood.” It was a strong speech of his passion as a Knight; protector of the people of this land and the visitors from Niflheim. It was a choice that he made of what he should do with his extended life. He turned around as his sharp gaze returned to Lutea but there was softness to his usual cold demure to lessen his harsh appearance to slowly earn her trust. “So you can relax. I will never hurt you or steal you away.” He was true to his word and he hoped that Lutea does believe him.
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2013 1:50 pm
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Her cheeks flushed a light pink as she felt his lips begin to warm against her fingers. People in Makai, she thought, were very interesting, each one different than the last -- though she'd only met so very, very few. Her little wings seemed to shiver lightly in response to his kiss, and she reclaimed her hand quietly as he pulled away from it.
Lutea's eyes went wide and childish with curiosity, and she slowly scooted towards him on the edge of the rock, daring to let her guard down little by little. "You lived in this place?" she asked, a sense of horror coating her question. He was curious to her, and the more she thought about the things she knew about the Riftwood, the more curious he became. "But I thought only riftborn could live here...but you don't look anything at all like those soul-snatching monsters. They're all...big n' scary and bitey and mean."
She let one leg, then the other slide off the boulder, keeping her lilac eyes glued to his stare as she made to step towards him - and disaster happened. Though not usually prone to fits of awkward clumsiness, Lutea's foot caught in a raised and gnarled root as she stepped forward, and a small, wavering squeal was the only sound made she hopped forward, trying to regain her balance, and wobbled toward him again, caught by yet another intrusive root, nearly colliding with the knight as she toppled past him, tumbling into leafy shrubbery, where she lay on her belly, embarrassed beyond all belief. "M-my days of grace and elegance have come to a tragic end," she whimpered from the ground. Her little wings twitched and drooped in mourning. At least she didn't fall into him, she thought bitterly, pulling herself out of the bush slightly. Leaves and twigs stuck to her hair, but all the better to hide how red her face had become.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2013 5:42 pm
Perhaps it wasn’t the best of things to talk about seeing the horror in her pale lilac eyes. But he saw her scooting closer in further curiosity of him and listened about the discussion about the riftborns. That had made one of his ears twitched slightly in little annoyance and a small stare to Lutea; looking like a grumpy wolf that he is. “I really don’t want to sound like those lesser beings . . .” For crying out loud, he prey on them many years ago. “But I guess you’ve never seen a Spiritus before in your life, right?” It is understandable for no one has ever seen the rift and its inhabitants for in there are a whole another world where it is his home. Even thinking about it briefly made him homesick that the night skies couldn’t comfort him enough. “Years ago, I came here through the rift but the witches didn’t take too kindly to me and so I stayed here in the darkness where it had become my home during the time.”
He was happy to see her finally relaxed as she slipped off the safety of the boulder, but that happiness didn’t last for long. His bright blue eyes widen at confusion as Fol wonders . . . where is she going? Lutea hopped over to him and the Spiritus quickly stepped forward in order to catch her to cushion her fall. But her tremendous luck had made her catch another root and instead of colliding to him, she fell down right pass him and landing right onto the ground. He didn’t know what happen and looked lost. Fol was there with his arms open and just caught the breeze that blew by him instead of Lutea. “I can save people from riftborns but not a woman from falling . . .” The knight is terribly embarrassed and feels incredibly terrible as he looked down only to see her entire backside. But being the animal that he is, Fol couldn’t help but to stare at her backside a little longer for she really does have a lovely backside. And the knight face palm literally to stop himself from having such thoughts as he growled slightly.
Despite the situation, Fol couldn’t help but to chuckle slightly (to himself) due to the funny woman. But he then walked over to her and kneeled down to her side. “Maybe you should have stayed at the safety of that boulder.” He said as he reached his hands down to grab her by her shoulders and helped her sit up on the ground for now. “Did you hurt yourself?” The knight questioned to her, hoping that she is well and unharmed. But seeing the twigs and leaves sticking out of her hair, he smiled as he reached his hand up and began to pluck them out of her voluminous hair one by one and as gently as possible so they won’t snag onto her locks. “But I’m surprised to see that a graceful woman, such as yourself, would be wandering around these woods alone.” The Spiritus commented as his icy eyes looked down to meet those lilac hues. “What made you decide to brave through these woods?”
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 3:41 am
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"Hurt... Just...my pride." she whimpered as she sat up. Her cheeks reddened as she noticed him so close, extricating foliage from her hair. "To answer your question, no...I have never heard of a Spiritus." She kept trying to catch his gaze, but everytime their eyes met, she flitted hers to the ground in embarrasment. "I guess you can say I'm here for a similar reason. People in Midgard have turned on some of my kind...I-I'm human..but... I'm not." Her little wings drooped. "They call us Nephilim. People used to be fine with us until the Riftwood's fog lifted, and then...turned on us, claiming we were in league with the evil monstrous witches who are the cause of the monsters in the riftwood. Only, I've only really met you and a witch called Nine... You both are kind of scary, but only at first. You're too fluffy to be frightening." She reached up, taking both of his ears in between her fingers, and gave a slight rub and a gentle, playful tug. "It must have been lonely to live here by yourself. Were you lonely, Spiritus? ....What is a Spiritus, anyways?"
Lutea relaxed a little more, leaning into her thighs as she adjusted them underneath her. She had been terrified, in truth, when she had first come into the land of witches. But then, she had been being chased ruthlessly by her own kind, intending to capture her into a life of vile servitude, when Nine came along. In what seemed only an instant, he had obliterated all of them, and she had thought he would do the same to her for sure, but didn't. He had saved her, even while being a rather disagreeable, even somewhat harsh creature -- Makai wasn't full of monsters at all, was it?
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 11:16 am
The knight stayed silent and focused as he listened to Lutea speaks while he’s picking the twigs out of her hair while searching for any more. He was incredibly touched by sadness to hear her story about her world from the other side of the rift woods and about these humans. Fol has never heard about her kind, Nephilim, before which did surprised him a bit but not as much as hearing of how the humans have turned on her and her kind after the lifting of the fog. To him, they spun up some utter nonsense of monstrous witches who has sent them over to that other world. Unless . . . the humans are actually talking about his kind more than the witches which sadly makes more sense. His mind was full of thoughts from the matter that he barely caught what Lutea has said about the only people she has met here was him and a witch named Nine. An odd name for a witch. But at least she is not afraid of them . . . perhaps that’s a bad thing to him.
“Fluffy?” Fol questioned as he finished cleaning the bits of shrubbery out of her hair. But his ears twitched slightly in feeling her delicate hands now touching them. “W-wait! Lu—”] And he suddenly gasp when his sensitive spot was rubbed and tugged. The knight couldn’t contain himself now as his knees are both on the ground and almost fallen down to his side if it wasn’t for his arm that is supporting himself up. His right leg had the itch of wanting to shake, seeing his twitching slightly now and his tail swishing so happily. Ugh, it was the best sensation ever to him. But then he finally caught himself of what he was actually doing and blushed to an embarrassing red. His hands reached up to grab hers to pull away from his ears and held them in his grasp as he finally took a deep breath to calm down while he repositions himself to sit properly on the ground as he sat in front of her. “. . . stop that.” It was his turn to be embarrassed for his pride was gone now; seeing the sheepish gaze of his stern icy eyes glancing away. Damn, he’s so much like a mutt now as his tail is still swishing and retracted one of his hands back to grab it to stop moving.
He slowly recalled the questions that were asked of him. Fol slowly cleared his throat as his eyes looked down to see that his hand was still holding on to her and his gaze followed up her arm to her bright lilac hues. But he released her hand slowly before he spoke. “I was . . . I was very lonely. I had missed my home for many years. It was around the time of the war when I first arrived. But it wasn’t for my ‘King’ as it was for my own gain and the people feared me that I must stayed here in these woods for my safety . . .” His voice trails slowly and more somber in tone of voice. He needed to explain to her who he is in order to explain properly of everything even though it will frighten her once again. “A Spiritus, are beings who are spirits in flesh bound form as you have felt my hand. But we are spirits of monsters; I am a Fenrir for example as you can see my appearance of my ears, tail, and the dark markings around my eyes. I guess you can say, we are monstrous witches for we have magic as well.” He looked around to see for something to use for example and his eyes caught on to the dogwood blossoms floating in the spring water. Fol crawled over slightly to fish for one out and held the delicate blossom in his hand for Lutea to see. The temperature around them dropped as it came from the hand of the Fenrir. Frost appeared on the petals of the flower and it was encased in his ancient ice; sparkling in the glimmering moon light. “Because we are not in our home, we need mana that is found in the hearts of people here to replenish our energy in order to fight and survive. Though some have turned to devour hearts madly and they are hunted and eradicated . . . for killing people.” His icy eyes were just like his element; cold, stern, and heart wrenching.
The ice dogwood was placed on the ground before Lutea as he sighed again as his gaze look down at the crystal blossom. “Are you . . . afraid of me now? I am a ‘dangerous’ person here after all; a monstrous being capable of eating hearts.” Fol was curious about her reaction now in learning about him and his kind; the ones who created such sadness and grief for her.
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Posted: Thu May 16, 2013 11:44 am
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"Uwoooh!" lutea let out a cry of surprise and great amazement as she watched him turn the dogwood into ice, eyes wide as saucers as she brought her face close to his hands. She didn't take her eyes off of it once, even as he set it down, even as he told her the monstrous truth of himself.
She slid a fingertip along one of the frozen petals, staring intently at it as she replied to him. "Nine said he eats hearts too. Said he did it right in front of me to one of the people trying to catch me, but...I think he lied. He didn't even take out the organ, let alone eat it, but he is a little too serious to lie...so it's kind of confusing." Most humans had long since forgotten the idea of a magical heart, or that they too possessed one. Still, Lutea didn't seem as disturbed as she should have been, as she brought her eyes to meet his again. "I think anyone has potential of great violence," she said. "Any anyone has potential to do good, too. You haven't threatened me or tried to harm me, so I don't have any reason to fear you. Now...this." she offered him a small twig, looking at him with dead-serious eyes, full of resolve and determination. "Freeze this, too! And this!" she also offered him a leaf, setting it in his lap with the twig, which was soon joined by a pine cone, and then a pebble, and another twig, and an odd mushroom.
"Oh, and this!" she reached forward, taking the tip of his tail in her hand and stealing it from him, firmly placing it so it curled against his thigh. "You can have a flail-tail."
She stared at her pile of strange woodland objects and gave a nod of approval, looking from them to him, and back again, and then finally, some of his words began to sink in. "How do you eat mana, anyways? I thought it was an intangible fairy tale substance."
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 4:36 pm
It was the complete different reaction that he suspected from Lutea. She seemed to be at awe by his ice magic when the dogwood blossom is frozen solid. And also she didn’t seem to be fazed at all about who he is as she touched the crystallized blossom. “She is an odd one . . .” The Spiritus thought to himself as his icy eyes were focused upon the young woman once again; almost startled to hear more about this companion of hers, Nine. From the description that she had made of him it sounded as though he is a Witch Eater who ate the hearts of her pursuers which did make him worry for her safety as well as wondering who is this mysterious Nine witch eater. The potential of others . . . that did sound lovely to his ears. If only others would hear of it but it would probably fall upon deaf ears sadly. He was about to agree with her but his icy blues caught those fiery lilacs before him holding a twig at hand . . . what is she going to do?
He blinked, a few times, trying to register once again at her request. “Freeze it?” Not only a twig, but also a leaf, a pebble, another twig, a pine cone, and some mushroom too which has been gathered on his lap. But she wasn’t done there! She had then reached for his tail and Fol let out a yelp, much like a dog would sound after hurting itself, and his tail was curled up on his lap. Like hell he’s going to freeze his tail seeing the annoyed look on his face and his left ear twitching. But he sighed and did what he was told and picked up a leaf from his lap and gave his wrist a flick. A small flash of light was seen due to the reflection of the moonlight as the leaf was encased beautifully in ice. His brows were knit together as he placed the frozen leaf down and looked to see what else to freeze; feeling like he’s doing tricks now.
He froze the pine cone in his hand as spikes protrude from the scale upward. It was placed down on the ground and Fol then grabbed the other twig to be frozen in his hand. “How to eat mana . . .” It was a difficult thing to explain to someone else as he said the question out loud for himself to hear it again; twirling the twig in his hand. “Mana resides at the heart of people and there are several vital points in which it can be, well . . . devoured.” The twig was frozen and was set down along with the rest of the item as well so the Spiritus can move closer to Lutea with his eyes fixated upon her lovely spots. “Lets say . . . if I were to feed on you, I can by strong emotions and touch upon . . . your lips, the slender of your neck, above your left bosom of your beating heart, your delicate wrist, your stomach, and . . . the privacy below.” He made sure not to look all the way down to see her small, dark colored shorts. The last thing he needs is to be called a pervert as he leaned back and grabbed the mushroom and freeze it in his hand as it created a veil of thin ice from the cap.
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 5:18 pm
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Lutea listened intently, occasionally glancing dreamily at the frozen objects. Magic, she found, excited and amused her. Her cheeks flushed a light pink as she noticed his eyes roaming slowly down the curves of her body, settling in all the places he described. "Does it hurt...?" she asked cautiously. Was it like sucking blood, or licking skin? She couldn't tell. The idea of something intangible being tangible was puzzling, but it interested her, and then a sudden idea manifested in her head, and she looked excited.
"Is it like magic?!" she leaned up towards him with energetically curious eyes, her nose barely inches from his own. Personal space was an unknown subject to her. "C-can...can you show me, perhaps? That is, if it doesn't hurt...too much. I don't really enjoy pain. My girlish flesh is sensitive."
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