<span> </span><font color="#e6c519] Likèreal was mildly exasperated by the array of orders that had been thrown in his direction by the stranger. Especially since they were contradictory in some manner, but nonetheless he remained stationary watching Lotus as he made his way to the shoreline. He was mildly impressed that he managed to leave the lake without drowning with all things considered, even if he did displace a significant amount of water with his exit.
<span> </span> A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth once he caught the way the intense teal gaze lingered and slid over his bare chest. Unmoving as the gaze lingered appraisingly. He was not entirely innocent, he knew an appraising look when he saw it though usually that was combined with the foreknowledge of who he was. Something it seemed this individual lacked, which made it all the more enjoyable.
<span> </span> Likèreal knew that Humans were dangerous, had heard of the War numerous times and the devastation that it had brought. He had only seen Earth and the mortals a handful of times. So this individual that had neither wings nor feathers, whose stature was less than his own by more than a foot leading him to be closer to a female’s height. It made him infinitely curious... and one individual was less dangerous than an army.
<span> </span> “Think nothing of it,” he dismissed lightly with an elegant wave of his hand, though another part of him was thinking. They had wasted much time already since the appearance of the purple-white lightning that had flashed across the sky prior to the sudden appearance of this mortal. Likely his Grandfather already knew of the strange anomaly…and they really shouldn’t be there when others arrived to investigate.
<span> </span> “I imagine you find yourself in a difficult position, since it is quite obvious that you are not from here.” He stated absently, before moving towards the remnants of his art project. Forming two golden symbols in the air though his back likely blocked this as he bent down and burned away the crumpled pieces of paper, erasing his failed attempts. Brushing his hands on the wet slacks before picking up his notebook and the wood and silver slender box that held his drawing supplies.
<span> </span> Likèreal had a rather chivalrous habit he had of coming to the rescue of others though it was debatable whether this was an act of chivalry or to sate his curiosity. “We should go soon. They will have noticed your arrival.”
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<span> </span> A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth once he caught the way the intense teal gaze lingered and slid over his bare chest. Unmoving as the gaze lingered appraisingly. He was not entirely innocent, he knew an appraising look when he saw it though usually that was combined with the foreknowledge of who he was. Something it seemed this individual lacked, which made it all the more enjoyable.
<span> </span> Likèreal knew that Humans were dangerous, had heard of the War numerous times and the devastation that it had brought. He had only seen Earth and the mortals a handful of times. So this individual that had neither wings nor feathers, whose stature was less than his own by more than a foot leading him to be closer to a female’s height. It made him infinitely curious... and one individual was less dangerous than an army.
<span> </span> “Think nothing of it,” he dismissed lightly with an elegant wave of his hand, though another part of him was thinking. They had wasted much time already since the appearance of the purple-white lightning that had flashed across the sky prior to the sudden appearance of this mortal. Likely his Grandfather already knew of the strange anomaly…and they really shouldn’t be there when others arrived to investigate.
<span> </span> “I imagine you find yourself in a difficult position, since it is quite obvious that you are not from here.” He stated absently, before moving towards the remnants of his art project. Forming two golden symbols in the air though his back likely blocked this as he bent down and burned away the crumpled pieces of paper, erasing his failed attempts. Brushing his hands on the wet slacks before picking up his notebook and the wood and silver slender box that held his drawing supplies.
<span> </span> Likèreal had a rather chivalrous habit he had of coming to the rescue of others though it was debatable whether this was an act of chivalry or to sate his curiosity. “We should go soon. They will have noticed your arrival.”
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