by Dramiana Rosenthal on December 20th, 2010, 6:07 pm
“Mia,” answered the young woman, half-taken aback by the shock of the young lad speaking in a much deeper tone. Gawking at him, the young Symanestra gathered about her chains and blinked, appearing quite dumbfounded. Considering his voice and manner of eloquence, the young summoner thought it best to address him as ‘sir’ rather than ‘lad.’
“I…I have no Master, but the child of Abraxis and Dra-Salvia Noire am I…”
Noires. Weren’t those the shamed wizard family from a long time ago? Even someone as old as Vick might have heard of them in passing from his childhood days. That name…perhaps a Spiritist back in his day?
“Excuse me, but …are…are you ill? You look it, sir-“ Damiana began to stammer, backing away slowly as the child continued his scrutinizing stare. “There’s a cold pallor to you, I mean. Well, to be frank, sir, you look rather dead. But if you’re dead, you can’t talk, right? I mean, unless you’re one of those ghostly folk? But if you’re a ghost, you’ve done a masterful job at keeping yourself tangible.”
From there, the young, wild-looking child placed her arms behind her back so that her chains wouldn’t be so cumbersome. “Tangling is a nasty business…” added Mia. “You wouldn't happen to know where I can go to practice summoning, would you? I don't mean to bother you, but it would be terribly convenient.”
With that, the girl all but ran past him in a happy (albeit distracted) dance of movement, turning back around with a bright curtain of black hair and silver fetter. “I hear that everyone here is dead, but you look so very much alive! At least, that’s what my book said, but I thought it was a metaphor! It must be wonderful having dead friends, then they won’t make fun of my gaunt appearance!”
Patiently, she waited for him, whispering, "Can you go through walls, too? That would be marvelous!"