"She is?" Knell blinks, filing away that piece of information to ask the priestess later, curious about exactly how old she is. The thought reminds her of one of their other conversations, recalling how her mom had talked about the few other Ancients from her time. Dantalion is the... Theocrat, if she remembers correctly (which she thinks she does), and he has blonde hair and diamond horns. This man does not. Which means... "That makes you Astaroth, right?" she asks, recalling the second name with a hopeful smile. Her mom says only good things about both of them, although Knell has been interested in meeting them herself.
The man's admission earns him more interest, and she leans forward with rapt curiosity to finally ask, "Because of your scars?" Her eyes flicker towards them before lifting back to his eyes. She can guess getting so many would not have been a fun experience, although she can only wonder at the extent of them, wanting to know just how far they go.
His request for her book is met with a buoyant nod of her head, red hair flaring around her freckled face as she chimes, "Mhm!" Knell leans back, attempting to heft the book from her lap towards him but barely managing to slide it over with a small grunt.
The man's admission earns him more interest, and she leans forward with rapt curiosity to finally ask, "Because of your scars?" Her eyes flicker towards them before lifting back to his eyes. She can guess getting so many would not have been a fun experience, although she can only wonder at the extent of them, wanting to know just how far they go.
His request for her book is met with a buoyant nod of her head, red hair flaring around her freckled face as she chimes, "Mhm!" Knell leans back, attempting to heft the book from her lap towards him but barely managing to slide it over with a small grunt.
Knell
