[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Barnabas & Mazelina

His ears perked a little at that moment she caught herself, then dropped back down a little once she continued, curiosity set aside. Barnabas's face was characteristically blank, and his tired, slightly squinted eyes stared calmed at her, the grey of his eyes blurring with the pupil and taking up most of the white of it. He was good at keeping a humanly neutral and receptive expression, which was something he'd been told to work on a bit in his past actually, so, he tried out a quick smile, flashing a passable pleased flash of fanged teeth at her acceptance.



"Thank you miss Mazelina." _He said in a slow rumbled voice, stepping a little closer and raising his posture a bit, standing a little taller and in a seemingly more natural stance with her welcome.

"I was wondering if I could...Ask about, how your relation to, Saedore works? I was curious about it since, well, your kind seems able to call down miracles with your prayers, and put a lot of value on the specific words used, right? I was wondering, is it, a personal thing or do you learn the right words to use and they work best? I apoligise if I can't communicate this question well..." He said, giving a little deep whine actually at himself, folding his arms with a little annoyance.

"Could you try to, put your, personal views on your relationship with her and how you talk to her, in words?" He asked, trying to narrow down his question to something more reasonable.