121 Ashan 720 | Azrael Blackfire | The Wilds
He felt like he was being watched and turned to find a not-horrible looking blend of a raven and a woman. She addressed Azrael in a way that stole his attention from the other two who'd appeared. Son of Sight and Beauty? Awww... was she flirting with him? Syroa had marked him sure, but she wasn't his mother. That had to have been a come on then right? No... why would the bird woman from the snake pit be flirting with him? Well... a lot of people had started flirting with him since he was marked. Maybe she wasn't immune to the mark either. Then again this seemed like a lot of effort to make a pass at him. Two dreams, a bite, and some weird voices to get him to the river for that? Could of just asked him out the first night...
"I'm not too worried about that." Azrael said after Svellhulda asked if he was afraid she wouldn't like him. Did he have any other hang ups? Hard to think. He didn't snakes. Did he want to complain about that? No. But how about, "If you're trying to get to know me, I don't like carrots. This is all a little weird for me. Can't think of any other hangups, though. What about you? Anything on your mind?" Yeah, play it cool. You're totally not weirded out by any of this Azrael. Be chill. You've met an Immortal. Wait a minute you told her you thought this was weird... damn. A little pep talk in his head to try and keep a straight face while he spoke.
Then she commented on his weapons and he did his best to ignore the crow cawing at him. She was making jokes... well he could make jokes too. Was it insensitive to refer to his bird parts? She wouldn't care, she seemed the confident sort. Well... might as well answer her question then. "I have a sword and a knife, it's not all that many weapons. And yes, I was kind of expecting a fight. The snake wasn't exactly friendly in the dream." She laughed an odd laugh and then introduced herself. The was an... interesting name. He wasn't sure he could say it correctly. "Do you want me to call you wet blanket? Or Sv-ell-hu-lda?"
Then another emerged from the water and Azrael watched Svellhulda torment her. Cruel but... funny? A little... Then a loud splash as Brent chucked a melon into the water and shouted at the man who'd dare stab the spirit. Brent told Azrael to shoot the man if he went after the spirits again and Azrael pointed at Svellhulda with his thumb."Only if he goes after this one, I like her." Apparently a sword was a good idea. Though he did prefer his odds with a bow.