Closed By Leth's Light (Adi)

[Thrall]

Thrall smiled and laughed, "I am glad I could say these things to you then. It is strange how two people may meet one day by chance, and yet share something that will not be forgotten by either of them for the rest of their lives. It is one of Mizahar's many wonders." Raising himself up on an elbow Thrall looked at his clenched fist that was raised in front of his face, "You are a curious one as well. This is a good quality, but do mind that at times it can be dangerous as well." The Ethaefal slowly uncurled his fingers, turning his hand so that Adi could see the black scythe tattooed on his palm, "This... This is a reminder to me that life is precious, that it is not to be thrown away idly. That every breath that you and I take is a gift, one that should be used to the fullest." Thrall hesitated a tick, for he was not sure where Adi's beliefs fell as far as life and death were concerned. Was she afraid of the world that came after? Did she worry that her life was meaningless? Did she wish to end everything, or was she one who truly appropriated every day that was granted to her? Over the years Thrall had found that those that learned of his guiding deity would react one of two ways. They might fully understand and comprehend what it was to be a follower of Dira, and like he hold great respect for death and its purpose in the maintenance of the world. Or they reacted as if Thrall were a harbinger of doom, someone to hate and to fear for death followed him like a shadow. Of course that was not true. While Thrall could feel death like few others could, he could not call it down upon others and his coming was neither a sign of good fortune or an omen of the contrary. Like Dira herself Thrall's coming was neither good nor evil, but merely was. What would Adi believe? Those Silver eyes searched the beautiful, ever changing irises of the girl as he spoke softly, "I am one who has seen death and been touched by her, much like Morwen did upon your birth. I walk in the favor of Dira, Goddess of Death and to her bidding I travel the world. Here, upon my palm, she has marked me as one of her own. I am under her protection, but I am not immune to her authority." Thrall smiled and extended his hand toward Adi, palm up, "You may touch if you like. It is a reminder how close Death is to all of us, and why we should never waste the time we have."

[Adi Skyglow]

The young Vantha sat up from her position in the grass and stretched her arms out above her head before she looked closer at the mark she'd noticed on Thrall's palm.

It was...a scythe? A black scythe which looked like an innocent tattoo, but from the hesitation in his actions before he unclenched his fingers, Adi realized it was something more.

She listened intently to him as he spoke of Dira. This was the first time she had ever met an individual with a gnosis mark from the mistress of Death herself. Adi found herself intrigued by it, wondering what abilities that Dira granted those with marks from her.

Can Dira's mark enable those who wield it to take lives?

The sudden thought popped into her head unbidden, even though it was a question that the Skyglow woman already knew the answer to.

Anyone can take a life, with or without a mark from Dira. Shyke, I could do it if I was so inclined. But I'm not, and Thrall doesn't seem like a killer. I do wonder what drew him to Dira's attention, but I think I've pried enough into his life for one day. Should he tell me on his own, then I'd love to hear his story, but if he isn't willing to, that's also fine.

When he offered her his hand, Adi extended two fingers of her own, brushing them lightly against the palm of his hand. "I can't help but agree with you. There was a time when I thought otherwise, believe it or not-I was convinced I was worthless and that I was doomed to the fate that was handed to me. Looking back on things now that I've escaped that fate, I wouldn't trade life for the world. It's precious-why end what may already be taken away from you at any moment?"

With that thought, she looked up at Thrall and allowed green eyes to meet his silver. "Thank you again for sharing such personal thoughts with me, Thrall-but can I ask you a question, and one that's kind of stupid? Would you tell me what your race is?"