REICHENBACH ERWIN ROMMEL
May Calligo bless you as well, my King,
He looked upward swiftly, the jingle of coins deafening in the cavernous temple as he beheld her like some trick of the light. Was Calligo toying with him? Sending Aislinn to confuse the beating of his strong heart, it's desires? He shook the tension from his features, dismissing the idea as soon as he peered into Aislinn's gentle eyes. She was no trick - she was genuine and kind, fierce and talented in battle, a gypsy like he. His heart pattered, leaving The Night King somewhat breathless and more than a little flustered.
"Aislinn -"
It was a hesitant stumble of words at first and then warmth descended upon him and he smiled, something like relief and welcome glimmering behind his long lashed eyes. A familiar grin began to form and Reichenbach heaved his muscular body to a standing position, rolling his shoulders a little before settling comfortably with one cocked hind hoof.
"and in yours, stormsong"
There was a slight pause in which Reichenbach remembers the press of her warm body upon the clifftop, how electrified and on edge he had been. He was dangerously close to something similar here, although perhaps not in the best of ways - this was where he had said goodbye to Flora. It felt intimately wrong to want someone else at a place of worship and yet Reichenbach wasn't entirely convinced sending Aislinn here wasn't a part of the Night Goddesses plan. Aislinn was, after all, a match for him in every way. She was full blooded Denoctian, and lived the gypsy life as he had, she was a fierce warrior and loyal defender of their people. Stars above she was even one of the most stunning women he'd had the chance to see in his life. All this ran through his mind swiftly before he broke the silence, baritone voice questioning:
"What happened to your wing?"
ooc; @Aislinn ugh sorry Reich being confused
