❝ Are you sure? ❞ And there comes a tilt of her head, dark eyes a little worried in nature (not that she would ever admit to that, of course: She doesn’t even know his name!). ❝ Because if you do need it, the offer still stands, kiddo. Always will. We can make room for you––❞
❝ Dios mío–– You don’t even know my name, d’you? Sorry about that. My name’s Maya. ❞
Emil just stares at her. The words and nature, as if they were so common known it confused the poor blonde. His head unable to wrap about such kindness despite himself showing such equal amount. His head lowers, eyebrows furrow, and he is quick to breathe.
"Emil…“ He responded to her, giving his own name as she gave hers. ”Emil Castagnier. Y-you see, it’s fine. I … I p-promise.“
He would mention his age gap, but he holds his tongue. He would not wish to be labeled as insane yet, not by such a person who could later call a friend.
”I’m n-not going to be here for long, and I’ve got some ‘gold’ to help me get around.“
Or ’gold’ was how gald was labeled here, if he was correct.
[ ] In natural action, her claws came back but she hesitated, not using them, as there was a tug that got her attention right away. Her ears were pinned back, a growl wanting to form but not being able to escape her throat. She was more confused as to why his grip was soft and careful instead of aggressive like she was used to. Her head tilted back slightly, her legs stopping as she just looked to him.
What happened to that nervousness—the skittishness of a child who wanted to hide? Her instincts didn’t like that swift change over but her mind saw nothing wrong with it. In truth, he was right in a way. It was rude to just be walking side by side and not even know what to call another… right?
Body relaxing, realizing that there was no danger in the situation and taking another soft breath as her hair shifted slightly. It was good she didn’t have her father’s heart condition to say the least, or any time someone did that, well, she could only guess that she’d be on the ground. His name didn’t ring a bell, which was good in a sense, someone new and not tied to whatever other factions were out there besides the KNiGHTs and SPROUT. Giving a weak smile, she scratched the back of her head, closing her blue eye in the process. “Saino Aliquam.” Her voice was quiet, almost uncertain as she said her last name. It had been a while since she used it after all instead of her mother’s.
Opening her eye slightly to see the other’s hand out, she gulped. There was a reason why she wore her hoodie, even if it was warm out, and now she had to… She cursed herself out within her head, meeting the handshake with her own chilled skin. “You act like we’re going on some sort of big adventure… But, it’s nice to meet you too.”
Once he received her name, the smile on his lips calmed, gentler. He wasn’t one to be rather rambunctious, and truthfully to become so bold wasn’t quite such ‘truth’, more-so a play. To make him calm down a bit more… After all, if such a thing did not bother her, he could become more relaxed.
The cool fingers that wrapped around his didn’t cause him to flinch. Warm hands gently accepting her own, as-if she could break if he shook too hard alone. “Well,” Emil canted his head lightly, eyes closing with a little laugh, “I-isn’t doing something with a-another person something like an adventure?”
Such an optimistic view-point. Eased with years of traveling that he understood the basics of life and the meanings behind all of such. Each new person he met was like an adventure, each person he helped, offered help to, hugged, saw, smiled to, they were all a new adventure of their own. Because mortals lives were so short, so miniscule in comparison to his own, that Emil treasured each second spent, each time something familiar got him something quaint in return. Something sweet and nice.
This person, seemed just like that. And, despite her more violent nature which she had spoken of earlier, Emil had an odd idea that she wouldn’t be quite so quick to pull the trigger (so to speak) upon someone’s life had she a choice. His fingers slipped free, straightening himself while a kicked boot and he moved a couple paces ahead of her. “C-C'mon! Let’s go to the … p-plaza, was it?"
True, he stuttered, but he was at least less 'scared’ as before. His shoulders were relaxing, his gaze even… the only thing that kept him from appearing completely unafraid being the minute stutter between certain words. ”Just rely on m-me if you ever need any help, okay?“
A monster? Ludger looked back at how well-behaved the creature had suddenly become at the boy’s command, not sure how this would constitute anything except ’domesticated animal’.
“Oh, I think I’ve heard of this! It’s called uh, beast-craft?” Ludger offered, the concept clicking into place as he remembers a certain Junior Spirius Agent. Ivar could use spirit artes to control monsters, right? “Are you Rieze Maxian?” He shifted uncomfortably, trying to gently push the wolf down to a more comfortable distance.
The name seemed to relieve Emil. The fact that this world had something similar to what he could do meant he could catch it and hide off of it, though at the other name, there came a blank look. Insecurity, unsure of what exactly such a thing was…
“U-uhm…ye…s…?”
It was a bit obvious the boy was lying, averted gaze, unsure tone of voice, nibbling at his lip … he was a living testament of ‘liar, liar, pants on fire’. Shifting, his boot caught the back of his heel, scratching at it with a fidgeting excuse, “Though…I’ve-er… n-never…called what I do b-beast craft…" Pact making however was something only very few individuals (perhaps he should say spirits,) could do, back in Tetha'alla…
