D A M A S C U S
FALLEN OUT OF BED FROM A LONG & WEARY DREAM
It was the skate of sand to the rear of his ear that alerted him to another's presence, and as he turned his coal cranium he noted the shorter stature of doe. Were he truly of age and ripened into manhood his eyes might wander, though with his innocence maintained his gaze remained affixed curiously upon her face.
"Try you scare to me?" He questioned, tossing his nose to his left with suspicion as his gaze narrowed upon her. How the witchy-like woman had snuck up so silently and cat-like only caused him to grow wary, though truly full of wonder.
"Damacus scare easily not" the boy would then press, taking a lofty step forward. The young brute's confidence was displayed easily in his puffed chest and wings held away from his ribs, causing the mammoth-sized child to appear even greater. "Do you what in land of Days? Relic in search you of?" Damascus soon came to ask, opting for a gentler tone and query rather than continuing with the tough facade.
Soon his starry eyes crossed back to the temple, a frown creasing over that same gaze as his eyes narrowed upon what he hoped was the location of the Relic - he had already come so far, searched so many places. Surely it had to be here.