[Alisaie frowns. She hadn’t really expected the man to know anything, but the confirmation that he doesn’t is still a disappointment. They really are alone.]
Not mine, either.
[He dismisses his cane in a motion oddly reminiscent of how she used to put away her aetherial sword, but much faster. She’ll have to ask him how he does it later. That, and how in the hells he’s been around for five hundred years at least. They should find shelter first, but the questions lurk in her brain begging to be let out.
no subject
Not mine, either.
[He dismisses his cane in a motion oddly reminiscent of how she used to put away her aetherial sword, but much faster. She’ll have to ask him how he does it later. That, and how in the hells he’s been around for five hundred years at least. They should find shelter first, but the questions lurk in her brain begging to be let out.
Politeness first.]
I’m Alisaie. Who are you?