UNPROMPTED
@mythicamber said: the most subtle of a smile crossed his lips, something so rare he does these days. " quick as always. nice to see you again. " said the thunder to the lightning.
A GREETING BRED from the heralded transference of lean form. Wherefore she’d slipped through minuscule channels of this reality’s existence upon brightest crimson slipstream; a crackling, electric display of rapidity known of she. This prowess is divine-derived && yet she wields it effortlessly as though all her life she has known its whirling whim. Left in the wake of gust only just now catching up to presented form is the remnants of crimson petals. But she does not allow the chance for dawdling. In fact, she presses on in fluid footfalls that carry herself just to his flank wherefore her gaze befalls him in familiarity. Neither warmth nor chill linger in her eyes; the sense of camaraderie runs deep in trust && recognition. Sealed with a nod of acknowledgement.
“Chief.” Namesake is given only in greeting. He’s of thunderous will && she’s the bright, breath stealing flash that comes before it’s booming force of sound. The two are kindred spirits, none could deny. Not even themselves && it’s within this reasoning that they resonate so well with one another. Compatible forces, a cohesive tact among the names of the great. “And here I thought you’d put the helmet down. Good to see you’ve still got some fight in you.”
