Rubbing his cheek, Laszlo watched Victor begin toward the door. Arcing one entertained eyebrow, the Ethaefal smirked and smartly tilted his head in concession as he walked right after him. The human seemed to know better where he was going anyway, and for the moment, Laszlo was content to follow. The city's streets were entirely unfamiliar to him, and in his naivety he believed he'd be happy to observe the scenery and learn the layout of the city as the slightly more experienced Victor Lark mapped their route. Victor's joke rolled off of Laszlo's shoulders, and he laughed along good-naturedly. A good head taller than his acquaintance, Laszlo kept an easy pace beside the energetic brunet, crossing his long arms idly behind his back. "No. Are you?" Laszlo show back a playful smile, training his curious violet eyes on the other man. Victor's own gray eyes were aimed at the rooftops, so Laszlo glanced upward too, studying the Alvadas skyline with passive interest. "My vision is better at night than it is in the day. I can imagine why you'd be frightened, though. Human vision is dull and colorless in dim lights." He spoke as if he knew. And of course he did. It was always nighttime in Kalinor, but Laszlo still had to be Ethaefal for half the time. In that form, his weak golden eyes could barely make out the teardrop structures that hung from the cavern ceiling, dimly illuminated by opalgloams. In his Symenestra phase, the image of the city was vast and as clear as a summer's day. Laszlo paused, his amethyst gaze suddenly locked on a short, stout building. A sideward glance was briefly tossed Victor's way as a new idea was formed in his head. The Ethaefal uncrossed his arms and began to wander toward the side of the street, studying the squat structure before him. "Are you sure you know the way, Victor Lark? Because I'm certain we've already passed this building." Resting one hand against the wall, Laszlo hoisted a foot and began to pull his boot off his heel. After dropping it to the ground, he did the same with the other. "I'm going up for a better view." He added a sly smile. "This is another thing I can do better than humans." Placing both palms flat against the rough brick wall, Laszlo felt his hands tingle as the tiny hooks in his skin adhered to the rough surface. Applying his weight to the flat grip, he carefully lifted his light form, placing the ball of one bare foot on the wall. He pried off one hand to get a higher grip, then placed another foot upon the wall. Unaccustomed to the lithe, spiderlike movements of a Symenestra on vertical surfaces, he had to move slowly and carefully to be sure he wouldn't slip or fall, but he didn’t have far to climb. The building was only roughly twelve feet in height, and in under a minute, he arrived at the overhanging ledge of the rooftop. Using the sticky grip of both of his hands, Laszlo found a steady handhold upon the sandpapery shingles of the roof, then pulled his body up and over. Then, slowly and carefully, Laszlo gathered himself up into a kneeling position, placing the adhesive balls of his feet on the sloped downward rooftop. Cautiously he stood up, careful to keep his balance on the incline. Unable to resist bragging, he cautiously turned to look over his shoulder at Victor. The Symenestra was silent, but in his eyes there was his message, loud and clear. This is what I am. What are you? The smug curl in his gray lips was a challenge. |