jathora:

“Oh.”

Jathora didn’t like the feeling she got from this one. But at the same time…she was drawn to him. He held that same chill she did, and not as in mellow. And certianly not in magic terms, but he didn’t have to know that in the first place. The conversation went on as the waves in storm weather went: choppy.

“So. Is there a name to go with that…half face of yours (I guess)?”

He had always felt strange meeting new people but, he was positive this one beat all of them. He didn’t enjoy small talk or conversation, not unless he had something to say. Maybe his mood was a bit softer today, so he humored the question. Maybe she had something she could help him with at least. If not he’d ignore her like almost everyone else. Her looks were a bit odd to say the least, and violet eyes weren’t a common sight…. they didn’t look like contacts either.

“….You may call me Rook if you need to address me. Your appearance is a bit strange, where are you from?”