03-28-2019, 03:28 PM
NPC: Amaya
Amaya tilted her slender shoulders. “He can’t hurt you here, even if he wanted to. No one can.” Not strictly true, perhaps (and for it to have happened to poor, sweet, adorable Raffe of all people) but the ethos was strong all the same. It wasn’t a secret that Kallisti had methods of defending itself, though she’d already heard through the vine enough of what had happened after she’d fled to know Nox could certainly protect himself. It didn’t mean that Kallisti wouldn’t shield him in kind, if he needed it. Carmen welcomed him into the fold, and that made him family.
She cocked her head at the comment on monsters, but didn’t question it, just turned to dig through her bag. “Rookie mistake,” she laughed as she made her way down the aisle with the bottle, though she threw it in a shining arc as soon as she was close enough to do so comfortably. Afterwards she lifted herself easily to sit alongside him on the stage. Her gaze roamed the shadows of the seats, an empty audience right now, but it still filled something up inside that practically made her glow. “I’ve missed this place,” she said wistfully.
Then she twisted to face him. From what she observed, he had the sort of talent that was inborn. No formal training, probably, but it didn’t matter if he was capable of holding the audience in the palm of his hand. It was why Carmen called, to offer whatever support or advice he might need. She opened her palm and indicated the ear buds. “Let me hear? Tell me what you’re thinking. What do you need to make this real?"
Amaya tilted her slender shoulders. “He can’t hurt you here, even if he wanted to. No one can.” Not strictly true, perhaps (and for it to have happened to poor, sweet, adorable Raffe of all people) but the ethos was strong all the same. It wasn’t a secret that Kallisti had methods of defending itself, though she’d already heard through the vine enough of what had happened after she’d fled to know Nox could certainly protect himself. It didn’t mean that Kallisti wouldn’t shield him in kind, if he needed it. Carmen welcomed him into the fold, and that made him family.
She cocked her head at the comment on monsters, but didn’t question it, just turned to dig through her bag. “Rookie mistake,” she laughed as she made her way down the aisle with the bottle, though she threw it in a shining arc as soon as she was close enough to do so comfortably. Afterwards she lifted herself easily to sit alongside him on the stage. Her gaze roamed the shadows of the seats, an empty audience right now, but it still filled something up inside that practically made her glow. “I’ve missed this place,” she said wistfully.
Then she twisted to face him. From what she observed, he had the sort of talent that was inborn. No formal training, probably, but it didn’t matter if he was capable of holding the audience in the palm of his hand. It was why Carmen called, to offer whatever support or advice he might need. She opened her palm and indicated the ear buds. “Let me hear? Tell me what you’re thinking. What do you need to make this real?"