08-04-2010, 06:01 PM
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The large male heard her and turned, removing as he did goggles and cotton from his face. When he turned the sight of the strange goggles on his face made her smile, reminding her of Razekiel and his literal rose colored glasses. Nayru had worn them too on that muddled day, and yet eyewear still seemed strange to her. It seemed stranger than clothing, or tools, or jewelry or anything else that the luperci utilized. As Nayru thought this she became aware once more of the anklet she was adorned with, and quickly allowed herself to forget about both the goggles and the anklet, dipping her head low in a respectful bow to his friendly greeting. “Good day Saluce, sorry if I am intruding.” Her cherry eyes lifted and sought his, if only to reassure herself there was no resentment at her presence. The sugary words that he spoke did not strike her as odd, for often Bris or Conor would speak to her with such praise, and even Razekiel too had bestowed upon her endearing titles she did not quite think she qualified for. However, their affection kept her well prepared to accept compliments and admiration from whoever gave it. Bowing her head again in deference to his words, her murmuring voice mumbled a soft “No thank you, I am not thirsty.” However the black and white wraith-child moved gracefully across the room to where the seat was offered and allowed herself to ease down into it, peering about the forge as she did to get a better look. Nayru soaked in the details of the place: the sheet metal, the fire, the hammer. Oh, she had noticed them all when she first arrived, but she hadn’t thought of them, only on who had been inside. Now that she knew it was Saluce and no one else, she could stop to wonder what he was doing here. And Nayru knew well from experience the best way to wonder was to do so out loud, for that provided the best chances her questions would be answered. “What are you doing in here? It’s so hot.” Truly the room was stifling, helped none by the warm weather outside. Yet Nayru did not speak it as a complaint, only an observation. Whether the heat was oppressive or not she didn’t let on, but simply existed in it, looking about and returning her gaze the to blue eyes of the other. |