Bad Night, No Games...Right?

[Marc]

Marc chuckled as the curious woman asked her question, her surprise and intrigue blatantly obvious. The comedic part of it was the fact that it really wasn't a matter of hiding it. Rarely anyone came into Marc's quarters, and the ones that did weren't quite eager to stay. It simply was a matter of not doing it. "Well, it's not like I grow fur all over my body from my magic. All I have to do is keep my books closed and my pen dry and my secret is as safe as the heavens. I come out here in the night where it's desolate in order to practice simply because I can't do it anywhere else..." Marc shrugged as he found himself lacking in further explanation, his 'secret' surprisingly anti-climactic in it's origin. There were no mystics basement rituals or blood cults with his work. Marc was too organized and scholarly for such trivialities. The topic was still a curious one though. How exactly would a Zith go about travelling through a bustling city such as Syrilas..? And, more importantly, how would Marc go about recreating that? If her wings were more retractable, a simple hood and cloak may work, but the guards weren't as docile as in earlier ages, and the gatekeepers would not enjoy the sight of a Zith being smuggled in. Marc's mind went to hypnosis, but that was before he also recalled the fact he had only taken two semesters of the subject. Marc interrupted himself as he continued ranting inside his head. He had a habit of working things out by himself, but only because he rarely had someone else to learn from now-a-days. Marc shook his head with a small chuckle as he turned to Cass, his hand absentmindedly stroking the patch of fur that laid between her elbow and her wrist. "That must feel so terrible to have this sweet fur of yours covered in dirt in mud... How is it that you avoid the guards? I'm curious as to how you get in Syrilas itself, being a Zith and all." Marc flashed her a smile as he offered yet another proposition. He seemed to be doing a lot of that this night. "I think it would be an interesting day indeed to take a stroll with you. I'm sure we'd have a nice time people-watching together." That was at least one thing they had in common...

[Cass]

Cass couldn't help but laugh lightly at the idea of Marc suddenly covered in fur after doing a spell. But his answer sounded quite lonely. In fact, it reminded her of the lonely nights spent in the tunnels, trying to study humans and copy humans. None of the other Ziths wanted to see her shame her brothers by trying to think about humans in any other way but for food and labor. Shoving those lonely memories aside Cass felt a strange stroking between her elbow and wrist. Glancing down she noticed that it was Marc's hand. Nervousness creeped in. What was she supposed to do? Attack. No. No! She had to stop thinking like that. But why was he stroking her fur? Was it another gesture?

Cass shrugged slightly at his comment about the dirt. "It makes me look like a dirty human, but it's better than coming off as a Zith. At least, I think so. I dunno. One of the reasons I left the tunnels was to study the human race more. But so far I haven't had much contact with your race. You all tend to hide in places I can't go without being killed." She cast a quick look back to where the great city loomed. "I've never thought about sneaking into Syliras." And it was the truth. Cass had spent much of her time outside such great cities in wilderness. Looking back at Marc she considered his question for a moment. "But if I were to face the guards I guess I would kill them. And if that doesn't work, flee."

The idea of walking around a great city caused a small smile to cross her face. "Yes. It would be nice. I could learn more about humans."

[Asara Willow]

Intrest coloured Asara's dark gold eyes even darker, making her appear to have almost coal coloured optics.

A rumbling from her flat stomach made Asara tilt her head. She ignored it, as well as the sharp flash of pain in her head, in order to get a good look at the pair down before her. The man was... Well, rather 'normal' in all outward appearances. He quickly was dismissed, at least for a short moment.

Her attention switched to the female. Never before had she seen a being with fur as well as wings, not even a bat. Her eyes easily percieved the features of the proud female, and she recognized a huntress in the predatory curl of her claws and the build of her lithe frame.

If she kills the human, you can eat him. Whispered that unwelcomed voice. Asara told it to shut up, for once, in a soft hiss of the Symenos tongue. Her words were one with the wind, barely even loud enough for her to hear. She didn't want to eat human flesh. It disgusted her more than it attracted her. She didn't like the thought of devouring a sentient beast, no matter how different they were.

I thought you were hungry snapped the cruel voice. Asara scowled darkly, her stomach growling loudly in response, but she kept her gaze on the couple.

Now was her time to watch interaction between species, and even hunger could be dismissed. But if it became even more insistent, she'd take the eggs from the bird nest nearby..