#tanzmacabre

She looked at the lights wide eyed, piecing together what she saw. Stealing was bad, but he shouldn't be hurt. Absently, she put a finger on her chin, legs kicking only slightly less. Ultimately, she supposed she didn't care that much, and she didn't get why the man was so frightened. It wasn't like he was going to cut off his head or feed him to the faeries.

Right?

Tiny legs kicked freely, a small laugh erupting as she was lifted despite her attempt at being stern. Though as unafraid of him she might have been, or at least appeared, she recognized that other people here seemed wary and stayed out of his way.

The girl barely understood the words he used, not grasping what he actually was as much as she didn't grasp what anything magical was in this giant maze of a home. Dead? But he was right in front of her--

❛ He's. . . ❜ Asha looked from the white haired man to the one on the ground, who clearly wasn't happy that his fate may be in the hands of a child. She looked between them a second time, clearing thinking a myriad of things that might be the right answer. She thought of a time when she broke one of his weird rocks, a phy-lac-tuh-ray (?) ; he wasn't mean like this. He just made her help him put it back together.

She'd take his hand with both of her own, pensive while fingertips traced over lines on his palm. There was bitterness, anger even, to even know there was more out in the world that would doubtlessly become a problem. Things that could incinerate body and soul ; perhaps beyond return. To be possibly face to face with mortality for the first time in centuries made her feel ill, and she'd faint were he not here and she was alone with her thoughts.

The balances between the above and the below existed for a reason, and living in the space between, tucked safely in the grey, was the only reason she'd made it so long. She didn't particularly enjoy either.

"I have always found drowning…. frustratingly inefficient. Things thrown into the waters have a tendency to rise back to the surface when the tides turn."

Head tilted slightly, Kara took in the person before her, not blinking as she analyzed slight shifts in energy, seeking out those metaphysical signs few could see. Not human, that much was certain, but what exactly was his nature, that was the question, and the kind of puzzle with which she excelled.

She'd been lost in thought, half listening to his post dream musings. He could talk for hours, and she would always listen as if they were the first words she'd ever heard. They'd been the first that mattered to her, after all.

Fingers carefully glide through the bone-white hair on his scalp, his head propped on her lap so she could watch him speak and gaze into the gold ore of his eyes ; his last words catching her attention. He'd always kept what he deemed necessary, which was a fair amount, yet she'd never heard of a dragon that was so quick to destroy his own possessions on a whim. A finger traced along his jaw, a brow arching.