Re: The Second Annual Neo Festurus
Posted: Wed Dec 20, 2023 4:28 pm
Del's eyes were in fact locked with the Lady Yuta, and they had been the entire time he approached the booth. He only diverted his gaze from her delicate features when he opened his mouth to speak. But then her voice demanded his attention, exclaiming to be the true architect of the interesting materials surrounding him.
"..."
Delion held his tongue as his pitch black eyes sized up the Lady Yuta. The initial thoughts that invaded his mind could have ignited more friction among the crowd. He knew he needed to maintain a leveled mind, and did his best to shelf his own cultural values. But that smug look on her face.. it made his mind race faster. How dare she.. a woman.. hold his gaze?
"Human.."
His nose twitched. He absolutely hated the way they smelled. Filthy, dirty, weak, .. just a deplorable cocktail of biological chemicals. But this one was different. Granted, Delion had never engaged with a human outside of battle, let alone a woman for that matter. Her skin was saturated in pleasant oils that dampened the foul scents that rolled from human bodies. He liked that. In fact, the aroma was a bit familair to him. It reminded him of a popular spice rub prepared by B'halian Chefs to season the meat prior to cooking. This arbitrary train of thought forced loose a smirk from Delion's lips. He was here doing damndest not to try and kill the people he was sent here to discuss peace with, and in his efforts.. all he could think about was eating them.
"You are a blacksmith, yes?"
He said as his hands traced the stonelike fabric of the tent above his head before he moved them along the runes and sigils carved unto to the table. Delion had never seen them before.. and he was easily a thousand older than the woman he towered over. "The House Denkou" rung a familiar bell in his head, but he struggled giving any thought to human innovation.
"I've never been impressed by a human before.. Let alone a woman, as delicate as yourself."
"..."
Delion held his tongue as his pitch black eyes sized up the Lady Yuta. The initial thoughts that invaded his mind could have ignited more friction among the crowd. He knew he needed to maintain a leveled mind, and did his best to shelf his own cultural values. But that smug look on her face.. it made his mind race faster. How dare she.. a woman.. hold his gaze?
"Human.."
His nose twitched. He absolutely hated the way they smelled. Filthy, dirty, weak, .. just a deplorable cocktail of biological chemicals. But this one was different. Granted, Delion had never engaged with a human outside of battle, let alone a woman for that matter. Her skin was saturated in pleasant oils that dampened the foul scents that rolled from human bodies. He liked that. In fact, the aroma was a bit familair to him. It reminded him of a popular spice rub prepared by B'halian Chefs to season the meat prior to cooking. This arbitrary train of thought forced loose a smirk from Delion's lips. He was here doing damndest not to try and kill the people he was sent here to discuss peace with, and in his efforts.. all he could think about was eating them.
"You are a blacksmith, yes?"
He said as his hands traced the stonelike fabric of the tent above his head before he moved them along the runes and sigils carved unto to the table. Delion had never seen them before.. and he was easily a thousand older than the woman he towered over. "The House Denkou" rung a familiar bell in his head, but he struggled giving any thought to human innovation.
"I've never been impressed by a human before.. Let alone a woman, as delicate as yourself."