01-23-2014, 01:41 PM
This Dane was a character. Aria giggled in her head at his performance, it was not that it was funny, nor the somber poem that delightful, but the fact he nearly danced his way through it made Aria smile, which she did show. Aria began to wonder whether or not this man had a fascination with death, or just poetry itself. The only things she could quote from memory was the Atharim initiation ceremony. She remembered having to practice for months with Father Dimitri. His mere memory brought disgust to her mind. She quickly pushed it away and turned her attentions outward. Brooding inward was never any good, particularly not with delightful company, however odd he was.
"By your voice, Aria, I surmise you are likewise far from your homeland. Far and quite alone by the looks of things?"
Aria tried not to laugh but she failed. She was never alone, not even here. At the edge of everything Aria knew that people were there but not close enough to focus on any one thing or to feel the full brunt of their emotions. But he was correct she was alone in the sense of company. Though that was hardly any of his business. Not that she had any friends back in Vatican City either, but here she was definitely out on her own. She smiled at his statement, he really did enjoy stating the obvious. She'd have called him out on it, if something on the headstone had not caught her eye.
Aria reached out with her left hand towards the attraction. Her coat sleeve sliding down her forearm showing the entwined snake of her mark of the Atharim. She ran her bare hands over the coarse stone and found a simple snake eat its own tail. Aria glanced at the name on the headstone, but nothing jumped out at her. This person, was not someone she had read about. What had he done to get into such a prestigious cemetery?
Forgetting the fact she'd probably get a silly simple answer she could have divined for herself, she spoke anyway, "I wonder why he's here in this graveyard."
Aria turned with a smile, "Short of his being dead and all." Aria wanted to stick her tongue out at him in that childish way kids do when they ruin someone else's fun. "I've never heard of him."
As if she'd heard of everyone else in the graveyard. But an Atharim who was this powerful should have been known to her and to every other Atharim out there.
Edited by Aria, Jan 31 2014, 01:52 PM.
"By your voice, Aria, I surmise you are likewise far from your homeland. Far and quite alone by the looks of things?"
Aria tried not to laugh but she failed. She was never alone, not even here. At the edge of everything Aria knew that people were there but not close enough to focus on any one thing or to feel the full brunt of their emotions. But he was correct she was alone in the sense of company. Though that was hardly any of his business. Not that she had any friends back in Vatican City either, but here she was definitely out on her own. She smiled at his statement, he really did enjoy stating the obvious. She'd have called him out on it, if something on the headstone had not caught her eye.
Aria reached out with her left hand towards the attraction. Her coat sleeve sliding down her forearm showing the entwined snake of her mark of the Atharim. She ran her bare hands over the coarse stone and found a simple snake eat its own tail. Aria glanced at the name on the headstone, but nothing jumped out at her. This person, was not someone she had read about. What had he done to get into such a prestigious cemetery?
Forgetting the fact she'd probably get a silly simple answer she could have divined for herself, she spoke anyway, "I wonder why he's here in this graveyard."
Aria turned with a smile, "Short of his being dead and all." Aria wanted to stick her tongue out at him in that childish way kids do when they ruin someone else's fun. "I've never heard of him."
As if she'd heard of everyone else in the graveyard. But an Atharim who was this powerful should have been known to her and to every other Atharim out there.
Edited by Aria, Jan 31 2014, 01:52 PM.