TRISTAN
I'll come to thee by the moonlight,
though hell should bar the way
F
irelight danced on the edges of his vision. A performer twirled amidst a fountain spray of mist, their braid sopping as it snapped out behind them with every graceful twist. A violinist performed a jaunty, energetic tune as a vocalist, sweet and elegant, sang to an entertained crowd of onlookers.They sang of Caligo taking the sun.
Something within his chest kicked hard and Tristan bristled, suddenly wishing he were anywhere else.
Uncomfortably he shifted, pulling the mantle of his cloak just a little tighter around the curve of his shoulders. The street was so crowded with onlookers that he knew he could slip away without any trouble. Mentally he called for Merlin, knowing that the Wyvern was off chasing the local Pygmy Dragons, but before he could turn away and disappear into the throng of moving bodies, a gentle voice to his left caught his attention and halted him in his tracks.
’Enjoying the show?’
Jaw working hard with strain, with panic, Tristan sucked in a deep breath, rolled a shoulder, and turned his head to regard who had spoken. The knight didn’t recognize her. She was a gaunt, thin thing, and his first thought was that she was, perhaps, ill. Such a direct train of mind was rude, however, and so he immediately focused on her other features, turquoise eyes burning with a concoction of overwhelming dread and curiosity.
Dainty, taller than he by just a lick, yet it was clear by sheer bulk alone that Tristan himself was the larger of the two. Even shrouded by the slate-blue of his cloak, the knight knew his body could not be hidden when standing beside one so frail. Uncomfortably he shifted from foot to foot, the tap of the Genesis blade scabbard at his hip a familiar touch, but it would not save him from the demons running rampant at the songs of Caligo’s twisted torment.
Realizing that he had been staring for what was, perhaps, too long, the knight cleared his throat and spoke up a raspy answer, the lie like bile on his tongue. ”... I suppose.” Then, because he had absolutely no idea how to handle anyone or socialize properly, he went on rather dumbly even as his insides screamed for him to leave this place behind, ”Are you?”
@Luvena
