They were all she had, really. Running from a well known docking city & having nothing but a few coin, she had to make resource of all surrounding her for survival. Being alone never was a ( huge ) issue & her age? She WAS young, but age had nothing to do with survival or smarts; she knew HOW to survive. That & she worked for an organization that PROVIDED more than she could, but she would not dig too deep into that. However, she does smile at the others comment, a comment she knows far too well & has yet to properly respond to it every time.
‘It is dangerous, yeah. I come from a dangerous part though. I know how to fight & who to fight with, I’m not concerned because I’m apparently young.’ There was a bitter sound to her tone, though she HOPES it does not sound “pointed” to h e r.
‘– what I’m lookin’ for? Lots! I travel & work with some people to e n d bad, so.’
A single NOD is what she gives in acknowledgement to the comment she’s given, for while she found no sort of HOME within the walls of a TAVERN, there are many that she has met that D I D. Although this one, this one moves from place to place, & it is seen that she ROAMS about with MIRTH & excitement, which in turn brings a SMILE to the older woman's lips. Quick-witted, is the young girl, something that she does not OFTEN see on her travels.
It’s when she claims to work with people to ‘end bad’ that crown of silver CANTS.
❝ To end bad? Quite a GOAL you & your people are tasked with. It is not an EASY task to achieve. Tell me, what exactly do you label as BAD? ❞
A rather SUBJECTIVE term, & the woman with an ANCIENT SOUL is curious to hear Sera’s description of the word. Already she hears the OLD GOD chuckle lowly, for he is a being of DEATH & DESTRUCTION.
her disinterested gaze fell on the other’s hand before it once more focused on the other’s face.
“SHAME.”
“Best of wishes in regards to such a seemingly unpleasant ability.”
though her memory spanned throughout the hundreds of years of life she still could not cling to the ones she truly wished to recall. instead, the Queen at times recalled the harshest of memories—– ones better left swathed in shadow.
❝ It is not without its USES. While it can be rather UNPLEASANT, there are moments that it can be used to my ADVANTAGE. I can recall those that are a F R I E N D, or FOE. ❞
The woman STRAIGHTENS & cants her head at the queen.
❝ Now it it solely a matter of WHERE I first saw you, but I suppose that it matters no longer, seeing that we have now OFFICIALLY met. If I may so humbly ASK, what is it that brings you to Earth?
❞
❝ Trust me, I come from a rough place, if I have the say, I’ll never get too arrogant, ❞ he said with a hint of smugness on his expression that was otherwise very gentle. He chuckled softly at her question but answered with pride flowing in his heart.
❝ Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker, and could I know thine? ❞
❝ Very well, I suppose one always knows themselves BEST.
❞
Light laughter S P I L L S forth from bloodless lips before they tug into a warm SMILE. Crown of silver INCLINES the slightest bit in acknowledgement & in GREETING. A woman of complete elegance, every MOVEMENT she makes as fluid as water.
❝ Ebony– Ebony Redgrave is my name. You may just call me Ebony.
❞
“ Obviously not trained well enough. A shame. They won’t be bothering you anymore. “
Her voice holds confidence. The boys would be intrigued– bored enough to follow through with disbanding and gathering intel on whoever Boss had just wiped the floor with. The woman doesn’t ask why she is cold– she thinks nothing of it. She isn’t sensitive or privy to picking up on abilities. She knows fear when she sees it; self inflicted sense of impending doom is something everyone in her unit carries. She feels if it’s important; she’ll find out from them.
Alexandra keeps her close enough to protect her should the need arise again. The possibility of being overheard is too great to give away her real name. To supply Ebony with the trust she felt.
“If it is.. more natural, Joy will be just fine. “
❝ There’s just– no T R A I L to be followed.
❞
A GHOST, is she, for there is nothing that can LEAD to her. A SHAMBLING CORPSE that masquerades as a living human.
I’M STILL HUMAN. I’M STILL HUMAN.
Gaze of SILVER lifts to the woman at the ALLOWANCE of simply calling her J O Y, & o’ how lovely is that S M I L E that spreads ‘pon alabaster features. Hands come to hold each other beneath her bust & there’s almost a childish EXCITEMENT in her gaze. How CURIOUS that a woman of thirty-five could easily hold a soul of an innocent CHILD.
SHE GRASPS AT & KEEPS IT CLOSE, FOR IT WAS T O R N AWAY FROM HER AT SUCH A YOUNG AGE.
Bright eyes watch the interaction with no small amount of fascination. Even as it is porcelain fingers that weave through and stroke the shadowed fingers that sought to play, the young girl can feel it. Reality bending, tingles like rolling sand from the magic in the air running along her dark arms, even as she is too young to truly understand yet. Disappointment upon their dispersement rises and falls as the gentle kiss is pressed upon her brow. Affection. It makes a warmth bloom in her tiny chest the child had not felt since the days prior to being taken from her mother.
Foreign protest is announced in ernest, for the child knows full well to what the Lady is implying. Sleep, bringer of dreams for most, but as a child born of magic, it would open so many more unpleasant opportunities. For there were things that go bump in the night; she had no desire to encounter them in her time of rest. The sea of curls is set in a tempest as she shakes her head, protesting but not willing her anxiety to show.
“Little more. I want to stay.”
Palm of hand faces up, tendrils of SHADOWS twining about her fingers before the MELT AWAY right before their eyes. Hand drops lightly before metallic gaze F A L L S on the small girl on her lap at the EXCLAMATION that bursts forth from small child. Brows arch ‘pon her forehead before corners of lips C U R L & the woman smiles. Bouncing the girl on her lap, a laugh FALLS from pale lips & fingers gently tousle Nanna’s curls.
❝ Very well, little one. You have CONVINCED me. What would you like to do?
❞
How can she say NO to her? For she knows that F E A R resides within her, & the sad, sad LONELINESS has only just begun to BLOOM within her heart.
“Of course, well, as best as I can without demons around to earn my keep. Been doing odd jobs here and there when money and demons are scarce…” Nothing more demeaning than running pizzas for a few weeks on foot and having to deliver close to half of all orders to Dante. Who insisted they were on the house, too bad he was messing with Nero and he knew exactly where all his money went. And of course Nero told them to stop accepting orders from that old bastard until he got caught up on his tab. That put a few more dollars in his pocket.
“I have truly missed you Ebony…”
That lovely smile FALTERS & the woman of porcelain D R O P S her hand & allows it to fall ‘pon Nero’s Devil Bringer with a thoughtful HUM. Brows then marry together ‘pon her forehead in concern as he gaze drops & she gives a small shake of her head.
❝ Oh my dear, you know that I will always be here should you need help of any kind.
❞
Gaze lifts before she offers a kind SMILE, fingers coming up to brush away a few stray strands before she releases a soft L A U G H. Releasing his arm, she allows her hand to fall back to its IDLE place at her side, silver gaze meeting cerulean. There’s a moment where she seems to PONDER silently, before features B R I G H T E N.
❝ Perhaps you could assist me instead? I would be more than glad to pay you, anything to help you.
❞
❝Is that so? Huh. Well, I guess that means I’ll just have to visit those places and try them out. You can never have TOO much coffee… Okay, an obvious lie, but regardless, it’s GREAT to have new places to try out, y'know? Hey, you should totally take me to one, actually. New friends, new coffee. Doesn’t sound like much of a DEAL breaker.❞
❝ Of course, my dear! I do have an half an hour or so before my next meeting– ❞
BRIEFLY does she glance at silver watch that W R A P S about thin wrist. Lowering her hand once more, she glances at the woman before her with a kind SMILE as she extends that hand ( HOW COLD IT FEELS ) to the other.
❝ Ebony Redgrave, a PLEASURE to make your acquaintance. ❞
