#siebren is doing much better here. yeah sure there's stupid bullshit every other month or so

[sterrenlied]

✧*:･ﾟ| THE hum and make of her armour is a positively fascinating thing, a byproduct of his always present curiosity. Siebren does not always rein in his interest, but in regards to such a UNIQUE thing - and in the face of his own caged demeanor, he files it under ‘things to maybe discuss another day’. The mere suggestion of ruining this encounter, to make it go sour, is greatly unappealing.

HIS own armour seems to sing and shift, as if to RESPOND to hers.

BUT despite the cloaking of armour that seems to move with its own mind, he's taken aback by just how ROTTEN the world she hails from is. His own attire cannot be considered the norm in his own homeworld by any stretch of the imagination, so he could never imagine a place where armour or coin would be needed to ensure survival. A multitude of responses swim to the forefront of his mind. Pitying and apologetic words BOTH come across as patronizing; she seems to have handled herself well so far.

HE settles upon a weak smile. ❝Well, you're here and talking to me. I think that you've made it this far counts for quite a bit.❞

A simple statement of fact and not one he wishes to dwell upon. Pulling out threads and stitches from WOUNDED flesh, baring scars to the world. He has his own scars he wishes to keep covered. It would be a disservice above all else for anyone, let alone the Dragoon woman to see those scars face to face.

WILLING a smile to don his lips, Siebren continues, ❝I daresay, even if we were in the business to spill our secrets, a woodland filled with fae in the dead of night sounds like a rather POOR location to do so. If you wish to discover my secrets, a good cup of tea is a way to seduce them out of me.❞ He winks.

OH, the concern strikes him as a surprise, a splayed hand, padded palms resting against his cheek at the thought. ❝I suppose so. I know how to repair it reasonably enough and how it works with my abilities. I consider that a WIN personally.❞ He'd like to perform more research on his attire, but it is quite the task as it is trying to keep other aspects of himself threaded together. The more people find holes in his past, the more INTRIGUED -- confused, even -- he is. ❝Well, thank you kindly all the same.❞

EYES flutter back towards the wreckage. ❝Motherly or no … there's still something you - we could do. Woodlands still need some manner of upkeep, even fae woodlands. Perhaps we could just file a report that we've seen suspicious activity and let them HANDLE it.❞ Listening to Selenie in silence, Siebren is certain that he is immediately better with children, even with his wondrous, POWERFUL abilities at his fingertips. He wheels back towards her. ❝I'm good with kids -- but I prefer to teach and mentor, not to babysit naughty pranksters.❞ He's uncertain if he would even have the heart to be the good cop to the Warrior of Light's bad cop.

GAZE lowers to the armour that cradles his skin as though EXPECTING a little faerie to show up. The Warrior's words do not come across as a surprise in the slightest, compared to what he's heard of faeries back on Earth and in Radiale. Fae do not exist in his home, but the stories and fables remained. Enduring tales that may or may not have borne the sole purpose of scaring children away from strangers or foreboding forest. He can't say that they NEVER worked.

A week smile touches his lips. ❝Well, troublesome or no, it is still quite … an interesting experience to meet something that I've always CONSIDERED a myth. I'm not afraid by any stretch of the imagination, but my curiosity is - well, quite abundant, really. I'm not foolish enough to actually approach one of the fae in the middle of the night -❞ Arms shift inwards to hug against his chest.

❝JUST Siebren — or Doctor, I suppose if you're feeling formal — is fine. No need to remember it all, just as I'm certain there's no NEED to remember all your titles.❞ He assumes that she's not lying about her lax nature, to be able to joke so flippantly.

🎶 | @asernolonger

✧*:･ﾟ| TWILIGHT has fallen, a spread of orange and red deepening into violet and blue. The blanket of darkness that follows is a comforting one, but eyes do not focus upon the deepening shades of sidewalk and grass, not when there’s a sky stretching on into the beyond, filled with TWINKLING stars and the muffled boom boom of fireworks. He’d prefer it completely clear of obstruction, ideally, but the summer festivities pull him into a pleasant lull. With the sweltering heat finally cooling down, he’s more content to BASK in whatever weather is given to him.

THAT is until he sees something strange streaking across the sky.

WHATEVER it happens to be, he’s too preoccupied with curiosity and slight concern. Nothing at all quite like the fireworks on display, nor like the comets he’d eagerly watch streaking across the sky at every POSSIBLE opportunity. Another citizen of the island, perhaps, either directly or indirectly. He’s uncertain about whatever the peculiars could even be as he floats his way through uncharted territory.

IN the overwhelming silence, he hears what could only sound like the snapping of twigs. In the very instant he begins to DOUBT his navigation skills ( he worries, when the stars seem so artificial and different to the ones he knows ) he hears it, LOUD AND CLEAR. Shield switches on, as he moves towards the sound.

❝WELL … do you have something to say about this?❞