she regards the other silently. taking in the feathered wings and the difference of coloring. to Huntington, nothing is remarkable. the bird appendages were something she never had interest in. you lost so much, missed so much if you flew and did not trod. though that was quite a personal opinion. why soar the heavens when the earth had everything you could ever hope for? it was a borderline hellscape as if the gates of Hades grazed lovingly on the mortal realm. yes, there was so much to do and so much to see... yet delicate little conflicts arose just as easily as kindness. that was much more fascinating. she did not want to miss anything.
the other laughs, tilting a brow to her. the skull clad woman says nothing to this, gathering a reason to give a name when one was given back. Mephisto. the name of the creature that had given Faust his deal. whether it was truly a demon or merely an entity pretending to be one... they had the proverbial power to grant a wish. it could mean any sort of granting beings. djinns, for instance. all stories had some merit. "Huntington" Mephisto's name enough cause a slight interest. she had never known it to grace a woman's soul. talk of the mountains caused her eyes to flicker to the peaks she could see. so there were gods here.
"deities... how many?" she would ask softly, gaze returning to the other's face. yes, she could feel their presence yet a name to a face was always something, wasn't it? "place" she would repeat and if she had a mind for it she would have blinked, for she had been to many places. all had their own biospheres. their own laws and traditions. their own gods. she never gave away information for free, though. "I am here now" she would utter "that is what matters."
@Mephisto
ooc; thanks for coming in!
the other laughs, tilting a brow to her. the skull clad woman says nothing to this, gathering a reason to give a name when one was given back. Mephisto. the name of the creature that had given Faust his deal. whether it was truly a demon or merely an entity pretending to be one... they had the proverbial power to grant a wish. it could mean any sort of granting beings. djinns, for instance. all stories had some merit. "Huntington" Mephisto's name enough cause a slight interest. she had never known it to grace a woman's soul. talk of the mountains caused her eyes to flicker to the peaks she could see. so there were gods here.
"deities... how many?" she would ask softly, gaze returning to the other's face. yes, she could feel their presence yet a name to a face was always something, wasn't it? "place" she would repeat and if she had a mind for it she would have blinked, for she had been to many places. all had their own biospheres. their own laws and traditions. their own gods. she never gave away information for free, though. "I am here now" she would utter "that is what matters."
@Mephisto
ooc; thanks for coming in!
