04-26-2016, 04:21 PM
Elyse didn't see him. That was a stroke of luck. Not that Jaxen was avoiding her but they had parted under odd circumstances last time and he didn't particularly feel like catching up. He finally stopped having nightmares about those damn snakes, after all.
Elyse had a habit of thinking the best of questionable characters. Elias, for one, and this guy for another. She also had a habit of sniffing out power wielders. Obviously that's what her new friend was. Not only did Jaxen feel a resonating wave of menace as he wielded that power-and nevermind with such strength- but Jaxen saw what he did. It wasn't so long ago that those flows were invisible to him, but Jaxen's eyes danced across their form now. They'd done something to the flask. It rippled and shone, and Jaxen couldn't tell which effects were a part only he could see and which were seen by the naked eye. Whatever, he salivated over the desire to know how it was done.
He sauntered closer. The cut of his gloriously expensive suede shoes made his footsteps silent, even in the busy market street. But his wide smirk announced his arrival. "Elyse! I see you're not in jail for murder or arson, so you must be well! What did you tell the police when they showed up?"
. He teased of course, and glanced at her friend to weigh any reaction.
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Apr 26 2016, 04:22 PM.
Elyse had a habit of thinking the best of questionable characters. Elias, for one, and this guy for another. She also had a habit of sniffing out power wielders. Obviously that's what her new friend was. Not only did Jaxen feel a resonating wave of menace as he wielded that power-and nevermind with such strength- but Jaxen saw what he did. It wasn't so long ago that those flows were invisible to him, but Jaxen's eyes danced across their form now. They'd done something to the flask. It rippled and shone, and Jaxen couldn't tell which effects were a part only he could see and which were seen by the naked eye. Whatever, he salivated over the desire to know how it was done.
He sauntered closer. The cut of his gloriously expensive suede shoes made his footsteps silent, even in the busy market street. But his wide smirk announced his arrival. "Elyse! I see you're not in jail for murder or arson, so you must be well! What did you tell the police when they showed up?"
. He teased of course, and glanced at her friend to weigh any reaction.
Edited by Jaxen Marveet, Apr 26 2016, 04:22 PM.