"What am I?" He repeated her question, grinning as if weighing the worth of answering it truthfully. Then he hummed, which only stalled his answer. Immediately, Sezkero eyes liquefied with curiosity. They simply couldn't stay still as she tried to soak up every little thing about the man that was prominently not human. His stillness, his teeth, his strange accent, his eyes... Would she be able to tell if he was truthful to her or not? Were there so many mystery races in this world that she did not know of? Considering she could only count of the races she knew on her fingers, there had to be. She watched the man swiftly roll up his sleeves with a practiced grace, and suddenly she didn't have to search anymore.
As her eyes fell on the snake on his shoulder, a shock of realization hit her nearly as quickly as her own hand flew to her neck. "Whaa..." The words dropped from her mouth. She could see the snake was clearly the same as the one on her neck. It looked like a tattoo but also didn't, yet it didn't hold the illusionary properties of any gnosis mark she's seen. The snake, curled around a raindrop, looked like it was part of the man's skin... which it was. He tapped it quickly and then it was gone as he let his sleeve fall back over his shoulders.
"Wait, wait, wait. Wait." But it couldn't have been... The small Iyvess lurched forward as soon as it was gone from her vision. She wanted to get him to show her again, so she could confirm. It was exactly like hers, and yet it was so different. It had to be because he was... she couldn't think it. Sezkero knew she'd end up throwing her hopes to high if she did, and she would never get them back down. But before she reached up for his arm, she stopped, realizing how silly it was, and weird, to be trying to get him to pull his sleeve up again. She had already seen it, it was there. "Nevermind, that's enough." Ker whispered, suddenly embarrassed by her reaction. Heat flushed her lips and she forced her eyelids to drop a few times to blink, tearing her brown eyes away from his. She rose up so she was on her tip toes, but instead of twirling backwards this time, she flitted to the side, the balls of her feel straining to hold her weight. She tried to brush it off, trying to force her shocked and jerky movements into a dance as best she can. After successfully backing up, she dropped back to her heels succumbing to the desire to twirl. Clearly it was her go to dance move.
She twirled backwards once, twice, stopping to stand a few feet away from him before answering his question. Suddenly she was itching to start moving. To avoid this man's gaze, embarrassment had erased her curiosity and she sought to stop the conversation in favor of a complete and silent dance. "Yes." She said simply instead, not really able to elaborate. No, actually those that she had known in the north, the Jamoura, were not small in any way. But they were not exactly human, she had met no humans from the north. But her mother and brother had been small like her. Strong and sturdy, but small. Compact. She humored herself.
It seemed as if Zydrunas was ready to dance as well, and he had already started. She watched his hands for a second, trying to get the rhythm that he was on. She was not a slow dancer herself. Fast paced movements and sudden twists were the bulk of the single dance she knew, and so that was what she incorporated into most of her movements. But he presented her with a strange move. She wasn't used to using her hands independently, or really at all. Most of her dance was focused in her hips and legs, or where she moved. What was he doing?
Her second of watching was over, and she pulled her hands to her right to mirror the man before her. Unlike him, she did not wiggle her fingers though. Unable to completely abandon movement of her lower body, she tried to limit it, getting a feel for his movement. Her right leg crossed over her left and then her left leg fell back. She found her skirt flared out despite her lack of twirling as she crossed her legs. When she crossed her left leg over her right to complete the circle, she switched her arms, copying his swinging motion. A sly, and anxious grin at her poor attempt to copy him was all he got.
As her eyes fell on the snake on his shoulder, a shock of realization hit her nearly as quickly as her own hand flew to her neck. "Whaa..." The words dropped from her mouth. She could see the snake was clearly the same as the one on her neck. It looked like a tattoo but also didn't, yet it didn't hold the illusionary properties of any gnosis mark she's seen. The snake, curled around a raindrop, looked like it was part of the man's skin... which it was. He tapped it quickly and then it was gone as he let his sleeve fall back over his shoulders.
"Wait, wait, wait. Wait." But it couldn't have been... The small Iyvess lurched forward as soon as it was gone from her vision. She wanted to get him to show her again, so she could confirm. It was exactly like hers, and yet it was so different. It had to be because he was... she couldn't think it. Sezkero knew she'd end up throwing her hopes to high if she did, and she would never get them back down. But before she reached up for his arm, she stopped, realizing how silly it was, and weird, to be trying to get him to pull his sleeve up again. She had already seen it, it was there. "Nevermind, that's enough." Ker whispered, suddenly embarrassed by her reaction. Heat flushed her lips and she forced her eyelids to drop a few times to blink, tearing her brown eyes away from his. She rose up so she was on her tip toes, but instead of twirling backwards this time, she flitted to the side, the balls of her feel straining to hold her weight. She tried to brush it off, trying to force her shocked and jerky movements into a dance as best she can. After successfully backing up, she dropped back to her heels succumbing to the desire to twirl. Clearly it was her go to dance move.
She twirled backwards once, twice, stopping to stand a few feet away from him before answering his question. Suddenly she was itching to start moving. To avoid this man's gaze, embarrassment had erased her curiosity and she sought to stop the conversation in favor of a complete and silent dance. "Yes." She said simply instead, not really able to elaborate. No, actually those that she had known in the north, the Jamoura, were not small in any way. But they were not exactly human, she had met no humans from the north. But her mother and brother had been small like her. Strong and sturdy, but small. Compact. She humored herself.
It seemed as if Zydrunas was ready to dance as well, and he had already started. She watched his hands for a second, trying to get the rhythm that he was on. She was not a slow dancer herself. Fast paced movements and sudden twists were the bulk of the single dance she knew, and so that was what she incorporated into most of her movements. But he presented her with a strange move. She wasn't used to using her hands independently, or really at all. Most of her dance was focused in her hips and legs, or where she moved. What was he doing?
Her second of watching was over, and she pulled her hands to her right to mirror the man before her. Unlike him, she did not wiggle her fingers though. Unable to completely abandon movement of her lower body, she tried to limit it, getting a feel for his movement. Her right leg crossed over her left and then her left leg fell back. She found her skirt flared out despite her lack of twirling as she crossed her legs. When she crossed her left leg over her right to complete the circle, she switched her arms, copying his swinging motion. A sly, and anxious grin at her poor attempt to copy him was all he got.
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