A Crimson Blossom

[shadarsedai]

It is beautiful, this place.

Di'aliz twirls the flower (Careful check for danger first, delicate threads of air and spirit, always caution) between slender fingers at she waits. In the soft sunshine of the late afternoon, the dark red of the flowers is warm, almost glowing in the light

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[always_a_liar]

And he is there. A figure clad all in white. The robe seemed to blush against the crimson of the flowers. Black hair framed a face as beautiful as an angel. His eyes seemed to shine, they were such a shade of blue. A trick of the light perhaps.

"Di'aliz."

A voice as soft and pretty as the man it came from looked.

[shadarsedai]

"Ishamael."

She turns to him, unhurried, and gives a slight incline of the head. Small smile not leaving her face. The red flower continues to twirl between her fingers.

[always_a_liar]

A twitch of a smile on his own face as he slowly walked towards her. His white robe seemed to rise out of the flowers, as if he were an extension of the vale they stood in. The slightest twitch of a grin on that pretty face.

"Thank you for coming... Even on such short notice."

[shadarsedai]

"Not at all. I would not be so impolite as to ignore such a request."

Still holding the flower, her hands fold daintily before her.

[always_a_liar]

A small smile as some delicate fingers brush her face. Slowly, very slowly, he circled her. A glint in those pretty blue eyes.

"You were always a favorite of mine..."

His hands clasped in front of him as he glanced out over the field of wild flowers. The crimson was beautiful in the late afternoon sun.

"How is Asmodean?"

[shadarsedai]

Di'aliz smiles politely back, expression almost warm. The blue of her eyes reflecting his.

Waiting for the tell-tale prickle that would indicate him holding saidin. Always caution, with the Chosen.

"He is as well as ever. If you have met Asmodean once, then perhaps you have met him as he will be ever after."

[always_a_liar]

A delicate chuckle as Elan knelt down in the field of flowers. Blue eyes stared unblinkingly into the distance. A smile twisted on his face as he plucked a flower from the field.

"...Do you ever do things for him?"

[shadarsedai]

She toys with the flower in her hands. A youthful, girlish gesture.

"Should he ask, yes. Provided it is not contrary to my own wishes, of course. But one good turn deserves another, as they say."

[always_a_liar]

Elan turned to Di'aliz. Those pretty blues glinted as he held the crimson blossom over his lips. The slightest touches of a grin peeking out from beside the flower.

"And if something could make him happy?"

[shadarsedai]

She raises delicate eyebrows at him.

"Apart from music, you mean?"

[always_a_liar]

A flash of white teeth from behind the crimson blossom.

"Yes... He has his ambitions, and his enemies."

A light laugh.

"He wants you to succeed, does he not?"

[shadarsedai]

"One would suppose so," she says lightly.

A small smile, eyes flicking to his, almost coy.

"I think he does."

[always_a_liar]

Clenching the flower stem in his fist, he holds it in clasped hands in front of him, crimson petals brushing the waist of his white robe.

"Then shall you not stand among the greatest of the Chosen? Shall you not defeat his enemies?"

[shadarsedai]

"If he wishes it."

Simple. Childlike, if a listener did not know what Di'aliz was capable of.

[always_a_liar]

A light laugh from the Betrayer.

"...What if you defeated one of his enemies? Would he not be pleased? Would he not be proud of you?"

[shadarsedai]

Di'aliz considers.

"So I would hope. Though I hope I did not get blood on the curtains. It does stain so."