Alzander gives her hand a light kiss before letting it slip through his fingers. “So modest.”
His eyes turn to the flower and stare.
"That is quite a gift though. I am a tad envious."
The blush extends to the tips of her ears and she bites at her lower lip. She’s grateful when his gaze shifts to the young blossom she has encouraged into the sun.
"Thank you again. You should have seen what other elves could do in my old world. I remember the forest being parted. Trees over 100 years old bending, like a year-old-sapling, at the whim of some of our elders. Bending, but never breaking."
She sighs, getting lost in foggy memories. She recovers quickly when she realizes how much has been lost to the haze, leaving her not much room to roam.
"Envious? Envious how? I’m not doing anything a watering can and a little more time couldn’t do!"
Alzander smiles. His eyes shift to the lovely blossoms.
"Yes you have been helping them along quite well. I didn’t know you had a green thumb."
He returns his gaze to Eve, eyes on hers. He watches her face for slight twitches, listens for the flutter of her heart.
"And I shall point out that you are lovely as well my dear, since you seem so inclined to believe the compliment did not extend to you."
Making casual conversation helps to ease her nerves as she smiles more directly at Alzander.
"I wouldn’t say I have a ‘green thumb’… If a flower is too far gone, there’s not much I can do. I just give them a little extra liveliness."
A soft white glow radiates from the palm of her hand and extends to her fingertips, creating a thin second-skin covering her hand. She trails her fingers gently around the outside of a wilted rosebud. The bud quickly perks up and blooms, blossoming a fairer shade of pink than its neighbors.
Her face flushes a nearly identical color at his determination to make his intent clear.She chooses to distract herself with the newly flourishing rose as the light from her palm fades.
"Thank you. I guess I’m still not quite used to compliments like that."
* he continues to looks though his book * " you don't need any I just need to talk it though , past me figured it all out and wrote it down for me " * he points to page with a blown up pryomancer * " past me recorded all the deaths he caused and then said how it happened , this one was apparently a good pal who died in a alchemy accident , I think I've killed or fought a shadow mancer Before maybe it was scarring enough to make me want to kill more of them or maybe I'm developing a 8th sense "
She shakes her head, derailing that train of thought.
Sighing again, she lets her gaze trail down to the ground.
I can’t say I’m without some strange déjà vu bias either…
"Well… it’s not like I’m going to stop you. I just hope you’ll reconsider."
He looks down trying to be more stoic " i don't know why but I feel like I'm obligated to " * be sits down and begins to read through an battered book * " maybe I'm mixing People up , maybe he's not as skilled as I thought" * inside the book are a bunch of pictures of Mage corpses with description under each one , some of them are impaled some are indescribable *
Eve closes her eyes at the sight of some of the desecrated corpses depicted in Das’ tome and inhales deeply through her nose. Something in her nags that this type of gore shouldn’t be so unsettling to her, but it’s been too long and she can’t remember why.
She sits down beside him.
"I don’t have any answers. I’m sorry Dasvan. I’m just worried."
" Necromancers Survival 101 , is to know how I kill others " *he looks scared * " he looks reliable , if he truly insue can kill me , He's the only one I have met who might be able to slay me for reals " * he looks up at her *" it's horrifying "
Eve readjusts the position of Dasvan’s hands so one rests on her shoulder and his other holds on to her hand while her other hand gently molds to his waist. He quickly picks up the correct movements and tempo and Eve almost loses hers when she realizes just how scared he is.
She brings the dance tempo slowly to a stop and releases Dasvan from her grip, save for her hands holding his. She looks directly into his eyes.
"Look, I understand that you’re scared. However, this ‘get him before he can get me’ mantra isn’t a good way to live your… un-life. There are plenty of people and things out there I know that are stronger than me, potentially lethal things and people. But that doesn’t mean I barrel head-first into that danger. He might be a suspicious, flirty guy but don’t you think trying to kill him is a bit drastic?"
"And what if your little assassination attempt fails? Then you’ve really sealed your fate. I’ve never seen Alzander mad, but I get the feeling he’s not too forgiving. Especially not after someone has tried to stab him."
As they dance he says " well I heard he flirts with a lot of poeple so I am going to take advantage of it , if he tries to make a move on me I'll rip open his gut" * he breaks out in a childlike laughter * " to bad really he seems decent , but being a fellow mancer he Probaly knows how to kill me "
Eve awkwardly tries to keep pace with the dance Dasvan initiated, trying to correct his footing while dancing.
"Well… I suppose he does… But so does Gimbly. Just because people flirt doesn’t mean they should be disemboweled!"
She interrupts her own train of thought quickly with a critique, “follow my lead Das” before flooding the dark-haired youth with questions.
"How does his title having ‘mancer’ in it mean he knows how to subdue you? Has he met you already? Do you think you’ll really be able to fool him with the new-femme-you?"
* he takes her hand , he looks up at the size difference and pouts * " well atleast with these skills I can kill Alexander " * he smiles*
Eve suddenly withdraws her hand. She looks shocked, then her brow furrows.
"Whoah whoah whoah, back up a second. Did you say kill? What exactly are you planning?”
"Why yes," he chuckled softly, eyes glinting as he watched her small delicate hands flutter over the delicate silken petals. "I was out for a stroll and how could I not take a moment to observe all this loveliness?"
He leaned in, voice dropping momentarily to a purr.
A chill rolls up her spine at the lull in his tone of voice. She had to admit, her sensitive hearing appreciated the care he took to frame each syllable and the smooth cadence of his speech.
Snap out of it! Remember what you promised yourself!
She straightens her posture and glides back a small step, all while keeping a cordial smile.
"Loveliness indeed. The flowers seem to be taking well to this recent stretch of decent weather. With a little encouragement from yours truly."
She gestures to herself and mock curtsies.
While curtseying, she focuses her hearing. She notes that the lilting chirps of birds she could hear earlier surrounding the open area are eerily quiet. The hum of the nearby Port City was demoted to a volume barely above white noise.
Something in her gut tenses at these realizations. She remembers Gimbly’s words of caution concerning Alzander’s unique ability… and smiles in response as she straightens to face the shadowmancer in front of her.
Yus please and how to be more lady like" *he pulls out a cone and pours a green liquid on it , he brushes his hair and eye lashes and they grow , his hair goes down to his back and he begins to look more feminine *
Eve’s at a loss for a few seconds.
"That was… quite the transformation."
She half stifles a giggle and smiles.
"More ladylike? Well for starters, ‘ladies’ don’t shout, unless under extreme circumstances. And when you’re sitting, you should adjust your dress like so… … …"
Eve continues, instructing Dasvan how to be “ladylike.” From styling your hair in elaborate braids, to where precisely to cross your legs based on dress length and all the things in-between.
"That should cover lady-like ballroom behavior. Now, you also wanted to learn how to ballroom dance, right? How about a waltz?"
She stands from her seat and offers her hand.
"I guess it’s a good thing you ‘changed’ that way I know to play the part of the man during this dance lesson. Otherwise I would have had to teach you how to lead!"