Re: The Siring of a mad mad woman (ashurrah and Deirdre)
Posted: 20 May 2015, 01:41
Nikolae was silent for a long moment, peering over his childes face as though searching for chinks in her armor. There were quite a few. She was a dragon with a heart of fire, despite her frigid outer shell - or what he suspected she pretended was an icy exterior. In truth, Deirdre would always be a soft-spoken, kind creature. He didn't fault her that, nor was he disappointed in it. So long as she shined, so long as she never allowed anyone to defeat her spirit, he would be proud.
"Very well. Be quick about it." He extracted one of his favored blades - but not the most expensive exquisitely made one - from his jacket. He slid it into her hand discreetly, though with the chaos going on around them it was quite doubtful anyone would notice them let alone what they were trading. "I'll transport you in, and then leave. Don't make too much of a mess." He said trustingly.
It took a little concentration, teleporting others where they wished to go. The Dragon passed a hand through his girl-childes hair in a rare moment of affection before his golden eyes narrowed with thought. His power seemed to expand from him, or at least that was the way it felt - like it was leaping out of his body to do his bidding. It always left him feeling a little less afterwards, until he regained it again. He focused, and projected the image. An instant later he'd sent Deirdre across the way to stand directly behind the strange psychotic human.
"Good luck." He said, quietly, though she probably couldn't hear. Nikolae melted into the crazed crowd, toward the street.
"Very well. Be quick about it." He extracted one of his favored blades - but not the most expensive exquisitely made one - from his jacket. He slid it into her hand discreetly, though with the chaos going on around them it was quite doubtful anyone would notice them let alone what they were trading. "I'll transport you in, and then leave. Don't make too much of a mess." He said trustingly.
It took a little concentration, teleporting others where they wished to go. The Dragon passed a hand through his girl-childes hair in a rare moment of affection before his golden eyes narrowed with thought. His power seemed to expand from him, or at least that was the way it felt - like it was leaping out of his body to do his bidding. It always left him feeling a little less afterwards, until he regained it again. He focused, and projected the image. An instant later he'd sent Deirdre across the way to stand directly behind the strange psychotic human.
"Good luck." He said, quietly, though she probably couldn't hear. Nikolae melted into the crazed crowd, toward the street.