04-10-2009, 02:49 PM
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The man's reply was pleasing, although the tongue was not her own. He spoke again, and her eyebrows quirked up, a smirk appearing on her split lips. Sabeen could not entirely tell if he was serious, although she sensed some sarcasm. He came down from the roof then, and her wheat eyes fell to his bottle of alcohol, her throat seeking a sip. But she wouldn't ask, yet. The lady listened to his question and didn't speak for a moment. 'I'm a seraphim and the daughter of Asmondai.' Lies, but perhaps they could be true in a higher dimension. For certainly she had on many occasions been forced to witness the ranks of angels and demons battle and had come to associate with both.
Sabeen felt in her pocket for her ficklest friend and curled her fingers around the bag, not pulling it out. She cast a sideways glance to the man, still smirking lightly. 'So, noblest King, may I ask for your name?'