Gods she was cute, struggling to rationalize how he could have noticed her there. And she was particularly cute as she rested her upper half on the grass propped up by her elbows...
She asked so many questions, and he drank up the sound of her voice, a smile on his lips. He'd love to reach out and pull her onto his lap, but with his ungloved hands and the memory of her neurotoxins, Rah thought better of it and kept his hands to himself. Instead he leaned over to lounge casually beside her, also propped up by one of his elbows. "You know, I didn't even think of how strange it must look to water dwellers," he admitted with a shrug. "Call my magic a parting gift from my mother. I'm half siren, see, so my magic lets me control those with weaker wills. Do with that what you will." He waved it off lazily, as though mind control was no big deal.
Besides, Heather didn't need to know that he could control just about anyone, given enough time and magic, or that he could read minds. Not yet, at least. He was terrified of her finding out--given how skittish she was she'd likely leave.
He didn't like that, and the dark thoughts probed at him to not let her go. She was his.
Rah sat up and rubbed his temples, willing the thoughts away. With a deft hand he turned the fish, focusing on the task so he could pull himself free from the darker corners of his mind. He could see in her eyes that the smell of cooking fish was enticing--or had he read that in her mind? It was hard to tell, everything was jumbling together. Damn.
"I'm glad you're enjoying the city," he replied rather dryly, though there was a small smile on his face. "Like I said, I stuck around because I was worried. I just couldn't leave in good faith without making sure you were okay? You're right, I could have never seen you again, but if that was the case I would have just nicked a Mermaid's Grace off some idiot and gone down to check on you myself." Another shrug. "I'd just hate to have freed you only for you to end up in a worse situation."
Rah gave another shrug as he took a skewer from the fire, which he held out in offering to Heather. "Here, eat. You seemed to be enjoying the smell."
She asked so many questions, and he drank up the sound of her voice, a smile on his lips. He'd love to reach out and pull her onto his lap, but with his ungloved hands and the memory of her neurotoxins, Rah thought better of it and kept his hands to himself. Instead he leaned over to lounge casually beside her, also propped up by one of his elbows. "You know, I didn't even think of how strange it must look to water dwellers," he admitted with a shrug. "Call my magic a parting gift from my mother. I'm half siren, see, so my magic lets me control those with weaker wills. Do with that what you will." He waved it off lazily, as though mind control was no big deal.
Besides, Heather didn't need to know that he could control just about anyone, given enough time and magic, or that he could read minds. Not yet, at least. He was terrified of her finding out--given how skittish she was she'd likely leave.
He didn't like that, and the dark thoughts probed at him to not let her go. She was his.
Rah sat up and rubbed his temples, willing the thoughts away. With a deft hand he turned the fish, focusing on the task so he could pull himself free from the darker corners of his mind. He could see in her eyes that the smell of cooking fish was enticing--or had he read that in her mind? It was hard to tell, everything was jumbling together. Damn.
"I'm glad you're enjoying the city," he replied rather dryly, though there was a small smile on his face. "Like I said, I stuck around because I was worried. I just couldn't leave in good faith without making sure you were okay? You're right, I could have never seen you again, but if that was the case I would have just nicked a Mermaid's Grace off some idiot and gone down to check on you myself." Another shrug. "I'd just hate to have freed you only for you to end up in a worse situation."
Rah gave another shrug as he took a skewer from the fire, which he held out in offering to Heather. "Here, eat. You seemed to be enjoying the smell."
