DANCING DOWN THE LADDER / luci

[CELESTE G.M.]

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[b]"Ah, I was unaware that anyone else was up myself." She replies, blowing the candle with a quick puff of breath to leave the pair illuminated by the moonlight and the stars above. Considering it's purpose, it would be wrong to leave the candle to burn during a conversation between the two. After all, there was no point disrepecting the gods in any way, no matter whether the offence was intended or not.

She is glad that she doesn't have to crane her neck up to try and look him in the eye. Or rather, she looks at the rest of his face, the scarring and she winces slightly. The red markings look... She can't imagine having to walk around with those scars herself, but she tries to remove the sympathy as quick as she can. Hunters hated sympathy - they would rather remove their own limbs than think someone was pitying for what happened in battle. Temulin would imagine that Lucifer was cut from the same cloth rather, with the uneasy feeling that she felt around him.

Cold. Cold, but not the comforting cold of a winter's morning when it's beginning to snow lightly. The cold felt around unnatural things, spirits. A cold that chills the bones and sets her on edge. Most of the time she ignores it, but she allows herself to shiver in the dark. Hopefully, the dragon's eyesight isn't wonderful in the dark, she would rather not be offensive to a crewmate if she can avoid it.

[b]"...Forgive me for asking, but you are not mortal, are you?" She asks, taking a deep breath afterwards. She hasn't dealt with something like him before, but the aura feels familiar. It is one of the things she was taught to look for when she was cleansing and banishing.