"Nate... is that his name?" he asked cautiously, stealing a glance at the young woman who was sharing her supplies with him. "He didn't... introduce himself..." He trailed off, swallowing hard and forcing the tremors in his hand to still so he could finish another sweeping line of hair before he turned the charcoal sideways to begin shading in the sharp planes and angles of the Ascended's face. It was hard to imagine the monster he'd met in the moonlight being kind to anyone, but then... he had twisted kindness and cruelty all through their conversation, slipping between one and the other with terrifying fluidity. Maybe it wasn't so hard to believe that he could wear one face longer than the other if he had reason to.
"H-how... do you know him?" Some connection to the boxing ring, maybe?
Talk of Jiao was far more welcome, and Melita's brightness and reassuring that the Fae was well brought a flash of a smile to Kel's face like sunlight peeking through clouds. "I'm glad. She... probably doesn't remember me. But she was the first person who took the time to talk to me and help explain things when I... when I arrived." Bluntly, even painfully honest, but patient and well-meaning. She had given him a start in a world that he still had so much trouble adapting to.
Curiosity took his eyes to the grinning gourd as more charcoal was smudged to darken greasy hair, and he smiled again at her story, not knowing how malicious Fangorn's cousins could be. "I've never seen anything like him," he admitted, though that was probably obvious. "What... what made you choose the name 'Fangorn' for him?"
"H-how... do you know him?" Some connection to the boxing ring, maybe?
Talk of Jiao was far more welcome, and Melita's brightness and reassuring that the Fae was well brought a flash of a smile to Kel's face like sunlight peeking through clouds. "I'm glad. She... probably doesn't remember me. But she was the first person who took the time to talk to me and help explain things when I... when I arrived." Bluntly, even painfully honest, but patient and well-meaning. She had given him a start in a world that he still had so much trouble adapting to.
Curiosity took his eyes to the grinning gourd as more charcoal was smudged to darken greasy hair, and he smiled again at her story, not knowing how malicious Fangorn's cousins could be. "I've never seen anything like him," he admitted, though that was probably obvious. "What... what made you choose the name 'Fangorn' for him?"
