Legs hanging off the edge of the cliff side feet bare and boots seated beside her Nivea couldn’t help the comment as she watched the tailed star streak the sky. Bracing herself with her hands firmly planted on the ground Nivea leaned forward slightly and seemed to grin when she heard him laugh. “Do you not believe in them then?” She asked glancing over only to pause at his own question.
Sure her kind and even the ones who had taken a human form shied away from such interactions with anyone but their own. But Nivea felt differently. She wanted to learn all she could about all of the other races including the humans. Especially with having had a human mother a side of her she’d been shunned for by her own kind at times. Taking the bottle from him she turned back and let out a soft sigh before taking a drink and looking back up. “It’s true we don’t usually make ourselves known. However unlike the others you could say I’m only half.” She shrugged taking another sip before handing it back. “No more fox than I am human.”
Nivea hadn’t been exactly sure what had drawn her to sit beside the lone sin nor what had caused her to open up to him. But somewhere deep down she felt he could be trusted. Maybe it was something distant lingering on the fringes of his scent. Maybe it was something else who knew but for some reason it mattered little to her. “Death wish, no. Maybe I don’t actually. I’m an outcast of two races. Created from both accepted by neither one.”
Taking the bottle back from her, Ban chugged back nearly all of what remained, his eyes still wandering over the points of light laid out in the sky. “Didn’t say I didn’t believe...” he chuckled. “Just said there wasn’t any harm in it.” Obviously the off hand comment of the lack in number got missed. Probably for the best anyway. It was just a stupid prophecy anyway... some bullshit about when a ton of those things crisscrossed the sky there’d be some holy war or something like that. Not that he cared particularly, he just remembered Meliodus saying something about it.
Hearing her talk, he couldn’t help but to laugh. “Now, being an outcast, that’s something I know a little bit about.” Stretching out a bit, Ban finished off the bottle, tossing it to the side as he fell back against the grass. As he stretched, the tattoo that sat on his left hip became pretty clearly visible, the red fox that marked him as a ‘sin’. “Not a half breed but I’m not much better...”
Randomly his hand pat at the ground looking for the other bottle he’d brought out here from the Boar Hat. When he couldn’t find it, his face soured. He was still way too sober, especially if he was going to be ‘talkative’.
