Nov 1, 2015
@faintxsmile
There was no magical energy to be felt ( something else, something else came knocking in his head ), only an aura that he could not wrap his fingers on. A woman who fights with a sword? So much for experience. He found it interesting, he found it pleasing enough. However, there was shame to be felt upon the sight-- the fact that such a person was made to fight openly, unlike a man such as himself who is only fond of the darkness and shades.
He would greet her with a foreign smile, an uncaring approach and a dreamy set of eyes.
"Early stroll, yeah?"
