He inclined his head in acceptance of her offer, emerald eyes sparkling brightly at the opportunity for more delicious homebaked food and drinks. He was in Halo a little more often now, and it was nice to have more than one friend to see when he came visiting.
But they had not yet finished warding the house, and he listened curiously to Elizabeth's explanation as they moved on to the final protection. He was particularly interested in the use of smoke to purify - a concept utterly alien to a Mer, even one who had grown up learning seasmithing. "Mmh. But that does not mean there is not some truth to them," he rumbled contentedly as they held the bells over the mantel and his hostess went to work on her side. "I have encountered several, yes. Benign, mostly, or servants of Safrin. One lead me to a treasure." He paused, a moment's hesitation as his mood dipped slightly towards sorrow. "Though my younger brother was cursed by a spirit at a shrine." And given the lightness of their conversation otherwise, he left it at that as he took the hammer and tapped the last nail into place.
Stepping back, he surveyed the handiwork and then gave Elizabeth a small smile holding a hint of mischief. "I do not think any spirits will dare to trouble you, now. May we celebrate with another cookie?" It would go rather well dipped in the remains of his cocoa, he thought.
But they had not yet finished warding the house, and he listened curiously to Elizabeth's explanation as they moved on to the final protection. He was particularly interested in the use of smoke to purify - a concept utterly alien to a Mer, even one who had grown up learning seasmithing. "Mmh. But that does not mean there is not some truth to them," he rumbled contentedly as they held the bells over the mantel and his hostess went to work on her side. "I have encountered several, yes. Benign, mostly, or servants of Safrin. One lead me to a treasure." He paused, a moment's hesitation as his mood dipped slightly towards sorrow. "Though my younger brother was cursed by a spirit at a shrine." And given the lightness of their conversation otherwise, he left it at that as he took the hammer and tapped the last nail into place.
Stepping back, he surveyed the handiwork and then gave Elizabeth a small smile holding a hint of mischief. "I do not think any spirits will dare to trouble you, now. May we celebrate with another cookie?" It would go rather well dipped in the remains of his cocoa, he thought.
