She was already toying with the thought of getting the hell out of here. She recognized the smell from the Halloween party, though the memories of the light scented air was nothing compared to the thick layer of smoke and stench she was facing now. She was not allowed time to turn and walk away, because a red face poked out of the tent and grinned at her. Was it possible to actually live and breathe in there? Her jaw dropped slightly in surprise at this, but closed when he spoke. It shouldn’t be too strange that he knew her name. He should, being her uncle and all. ”Hello, uncle Razekiel.” the young woman returned politely, wondering how long she could stand this smell before becoming ill.
He said strange things and Halo’s eyes narrowed slightly with that usual suspicion of hers before they nearly popped out of their sockets as he hugged her seemed unable to recall if he had heard much about her or not. It was odd how much it saddened her to think that Kaena never talked about her to others. She wanted to be the perfect servant and grandchild for the older woman. It mattered little now though, because she was busy being shocked by that sudden move the man had pulled. She had the choice between turning into a statue and clawing his face off, so she remained still, feeling her hackles rise in tension and waited for the release.
”Don’t do that.” the girl hissed lowly between tight lips when he let her go. Razekiel’s eyes were golden and not crimson like Samael’s, but the girl still suffered from what had happened a long time ago. She had been unable to continue her foolish games because of that. Unable to deal with closeness in most ways. Raz’s move had shaken her core because it had come so very sudden. ”I stumbled across this tent and wondered if it was possible for any living being to survive so much smoke.” the hybrid woman answered stiffly, somewhat reeling away from the joint positioned in his mouth.