10-28-2018, 06:18 PM
▹▹▹▹Atticus' gaze cooly switched from Agathe to Moon at the man's approach, his golden gaze momentarily eyeing the bright glint of his fangs, an oddity upon them that Atticus had not seen very much of in recent times. He had seen his face shared of adorned and scarred pelts, but he had never quite seen someone go as far as, or to be the owner of, patterned teeth. He said no more than taking an idle breath in at the notion that his greetings were a bit 'extra', a term he likely wouldn't have used himself, and perhaps for these people, it was. Nonetheless, his paws shifted, moving his body slightly to adjust the way his weight rested upon his paws at this so-called 'condition'. Yet, he kept his gaze forward, almost unwaveringly so. Perhaps he should have rolled his eyes or dismissed the notion given any possible connotations of the word 'mistress', but he looked stony and serious. "If that is your insistence, Mistress Moon," the answer came quietly.
His gaze just as quickly turned back to Agathe at her sudden snapping at his address, only then allowing a momentarily flicker of amusement to cross his eyes as the corner of his smile only briefly pulled up into the faintest of smirks, that quickly disappated for not wanting to insult the lady further. "Do forgive me, Agathe. It was an assumption you would have preferred it given the way you carry yourself." It was no insult. Atticus knew that woman held the potential to be hellfire or worse, and even her reaction to his words proved that. Nonetheless, him calling her a 'lady' had been nothing of an insult at all; rather, a title of respect to a woman who seems self-assured in who she was as an individual. Regardless, he now knew better. Though for a moment he took a breath in as if he might continue some train of thought that ran through his head, but Agathe continued on and brought him to a pause.
Yet he listened with care, his body turned towards her to give her his full attention, sometimes his gaze turning to Moon to keep her subtly involved in this conversation as he gently nods. The Ascendants. Not a bad name, if he had to say so himself. And this 'mistress', as he was now entitled to call moon, was the Seraph. He nodded politely to Moon now, putting this little fact to memory as Agathe carried on, his head lifting a little higher in some amusement at her offering. Just like that, you could join a group with nothing more than an offering of food? Even more, he had gotten a thank you out of this fiery woman? He dipped his head humbly to the thanks as he went silent, the faint look across his eyes noting he was deep in thought as he began to nudge the moose in a way it would be easier for the lot of them to carry if they did decide to do so. "I would be happy to," he answered at length. It was a risk, of course, joining a group of unknowns, but he had spent long enough as it were on his own. It would be a nice change of pace- and at the very worst, he could simply leave if they decided to turn murderous on him.
His gaze just as quickly turned back to Agathe at her sudden snapping at his address, only then allowing a momentarily flicker of amusement to cross his eyes as the corner of his smile only briefly pulled up into the faintest of smirks, that quickly disappated for not wanting to insult the lady further. "Do forgive me, Agathe. It was an assumption you would have preferred it given the way you carry yourself." It was no insult. Atticus knew that woman held the potential to be hellfire or worse, and even her reaction to his words proved that. Nonetheless, him calling her a 'lady' had been nothing of an insult at all; rather, a title of respect to a woman who seems self-assured in who she was as an individual. Regardless, he now knew better. Though for a moment he took a breath in as if he might continue some train of thought that ran through his head, but Agathe continued on and brought him to a pause.
Yet he listened with care, his body turned towards her to give her his full attention, sometimes his gaze turning to Moon to keep her subtly involved in this conversation as he gently nods. The Ascendants. Not a bad name, if he had to say so himself. And this 'mistress', as he was now entitled to call moon, was the Seraph. He nodded politely to Moon now, putting this little fact to memory as Agathe carried on, his head lifting a little higher in some amusement at her offering. Just like that, you could join a group with nothing more than an offering of food? Even more, he had gotten a thank you out of this fiery woman? He dipped his head humbly to the thanks as he went silent, the faint look across his eyes noting he was deep in thought as he began to nudge the moose in a way it would be easier for the lot of them to carry if they did decide to do so. "I would be happy to," he answered at length. It was a risk, of course, joining a group of unknowns, but he had spent long enough as it were on his own. It would be a nice change of pace- and at the very worst, he could simply leave if they decided to turn murderous on him.