' it's called a star gem. interested? ' the white-blue sparkling stone in their palm sure is doing its name justice, no? it'll only cost a teeny small fortune, promise.
FLY AT DAWN;;RETURN BY DUSK TELL ME EVERYTHING;;
Glittering ides of reflective novelty, the gem was as the night sky, filled with the glowing relics that the GODS had thrown to the heavens to light their way even in DARKNESS. An awkward weakness, to so enjoy the luminescent pull of something that reminded him of the STARS, to be calmed by trinkets that cast light as the moon would… it was.. embarrassing, perhaps, and he deserved the jabs in regards to his epithet for the feat. This person, though… they boasted familarity… and so, languide slate irises idled on a foreign countenance for an uncomfortable few moments, as the HIT LIST of faces, names, titles, crimes(TO BE JUDGED FROM ON HIGH)… ah… yes… an informant.. .. similar to himself, in a way, but they sold their main resource instead of devoting it to a decent cause. (Filthy….but understandable, not everyone knew the LOVE of CREATION as you do.)
“I.. mm - unfortunately, I do not have access to beri unless specifically stated for a mission.. “
True disappointment was a wavering note expelled in echoing tenor, as a tilt of angular features, to further inspect the treasure, only for a cavernous sigh to escape him.
“I suppose… I could confiscate it, but I doubt you’d be intimidated enough to let me, Chronicler?”
For the CREATION of it all;; THEY HAVE ALREADY LOST THEIR SENSES;;
