Mar 26, 2009 18:56
[Her voice is higher, sweeter, not yet roughened by maturity or hard use. Her words slide gracefully off her tongue. And there is the sound of boots on pavement, in a staggered rhythm. She's skipping.]
Ta ná calwa arya sinaurë! Ai, Azirael? Oi! Lael! L--Laelaithalas? Azirael?
...Hata?
[The last is more cautious, quieter.]
Aiyaaa?
pffft silly humans,
where is here?,
not lecherous not old still an elf,
not this again,
with the elvish
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-he fumbles with the communicator until the screen blips on, peering at her curiously-
Here?
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Strange magic... Er.
[She draws back, holding the communicator at arms length.]
You are human?
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-wings flap, a proud smile touching his lips-
I'm a crow demon.
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[She smiles.]
Good! What are you called?
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...What's your name?
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Avari. A stupid name. It means lost.
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You are a wise one, Karasu.
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As you say.
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