{♣}—- The Inquisitor stared in utter confusion, there was a child at Skyhold?
“Are you…lost?”
He certainly found his new predicament quite interesting. Though, the young spirit, wandering about the cool atmosphere, was rather startled by getting called out.
His head turned, eyes widened, a finger lifting, pointing to himself.
She couldn’t help but to laugh, it was cute for a human, or someone who was part human anyways. Something in her felt lighter, as if laughing had made the bad experince go away her anger or dislike was replaced with amusement and just how cute he was trying to be. Perhaps the Daeva Princess just needed something light, something to show her that not everything was bad once again.
“I’m sure you can, not saying you can’t fight. There are some places that even men have trouble with.” She wasn’t trying to tease him even though her voice showed her amusement she really was trying to be nice. Perhaps that was the problem and why she got into so much trouble? Possibly but she would never say anything of the sort she enjoyed annoying people it was half the fun at times.
“Ratatosk..” She said it as if trying to see how it would sound coming from her lips. Though she never excepted to use it, that would show signs of weakness and that wouldn’t be allowed not even for one such as herself. She nodded to him though as if accepting this token from him. She would do her best for him not to find her in the place she was today and not calling upon him. It would only upset the human and that would be no way to repay him for his kindness.
Just as she was getting her thoughts together she blinked for a moment and tilted her head. Well they had forgotten to introduce themselves but considering what had transpired she could understand it. Still, she should of been better about it after all she did have manners and she was showing just how uncultured she could be. Shaking her head of those thoughts the smile returned to her face as she looked at him. Golden optics took in his name, two different names, two different personalities possibly? Emil, what a strange name though she wouldn’t voice it, she would remember them both somewhere in the back of her mind.
“Shinja, Princess of the Daeva.” She announced and curtsied to him. After all she was taught to be better than her mother’s people.
He heard her { l a u g h }.
His lips turned upwards, the corners of his eyes crinkling in their happiness as his head tipped to the side. It did not matter who or what she thought he was, only that she understood he could call upon him had she need of him. The summon spirit himself only so happy to find the Daeva some amusement if nothing else. After all, people needed to remember things were not so black and white. Rather a shade of colors that twisted with the way one looked at them.
She felt better at least now, his hands raising once more that she curtsied –Shinja– he added her name mentally to the list of people whom he would remember, and waving her off to the curtsy. A small giggle piercing his own lips despite the otherwise sheepish look her gave. Green hues quick to turn away, red on his cheeks, “O-oh, don’t curtsy to m-me, then… I’m n-no one special.” A sort in laughter from the other half of him and the blonde swallowed thickly, throat clogging with nervousness.
To be honest … Shinja was also very pretty, so to have a girl like this be a princess, was … well, it was understandable. She had that air about her too, y'know? The kind of understanding that those who held themselves in the nobility would, caring and thoughtful towards their subjects, slightly ‘higher-than-thee’ and a sweet laugh. “Though…” his voice grew quieter, thinking about what she’d said with even men have trouble with them.
He would … have to say that, while men might have trouble with them, he really doubted he would have those same problems. “…” where he wanted to speak, that catch in the back of his throat kept him quiet as he quickly looked back, laughing lightly and scratching his head. “N-nevermind! Doesn’t m-matter.” How old would she live anyway? He’d never technically heard of a Daeva.
{ Old 'nough. }
The grudging huff came from Ratatosk. { Not near long ’s spirits or centurions, but plen'y long time. } Emil’s mind thought of the angels which were harvested during the times when the world was split. The Regeneration … His mouth was dry, unsure if it was appropriate to ask either way. Yet, as his face slowly grew more and more red, (embarrassment from his now long list of questions wanting to be asked) there was a slip in his tone of voice.
"Bloody 'ell– how old are ya anyway?“
His face was red as a tomato, hands quick to slap over his mouth, eyes widened in surprise at … what appeared to be 'himself’. Ratatosk’s obvious displeasure to personal questions that were not spoken outloud revealed in that one sitting, and now here Emil sat trying to think of a way to correct himself without sounding rude. ”I-I mean, b-because I’ve n-never…er…I-I’ve never met a Daeva before! I, I d-dunno how old you get or h-how old you are right now, y-you look really pretty–AH! I, I mean that by you look really young for a princess, n-not that-there’s-anything-wrong-with-looking-young-or-anything–.“ Emil’s words were quickly blending in together before he simply just covered his entire face, a mumbled apology slipping into the air.
