The girl had her nose in the book looking through the pages for any sign of him. She had requested some paper and ink to write down any information she came across in the book. It was hard to tell with her friend what he was as she never bothered to ask. The times she had she never got a straight answer to what bloodline he belonged to. There seemed to be no signs of chains to signify he was of conquest, little to no bleeding as war. He was unusually thin most of the time so she figured he was famine, but even still he sometimes had a faint death feel to him. It was possible he was mixed, but normally she could tell; at least with Death demons so... what was he?
The book Razor gave her listed foreigners and in theory he should have been in here but... No sign. It made no sense. She looked back at dates when she knew they met in Death to see if he was in here but still there was nothing so what gave? The girl had started to break down some characteristics of what he looked like and what possible travelers appeared like that could match any characteristic of her friend. The main was his bright white long, silky hair. It was unmistakeable so how he could get away with that was beyond her. She was writing down another name when she heard her voice called. The girl cocked her head confused as to who could be asking for her at this hour. Last time he left her alone all day so why was he here?
She set down the book to the side with the papers not far off. Her head peaked out from behind the curtain to look up at him. She glanced over his body for a moment. A simple shirt and pants... No sign of the royal status he flashed her only a mere day ago. What gave? "Oh... Okay. Give me a minute," she replied before fleeing back into her room to gather up the book and the notes she took. She cradled them in her arms and reemerged. Her hair had been tied up in a ponytail with two strands of hair on either side to frame her face. A little ink dotted the edge of her cheek from writing earlier.
"What did you want to show me?"
The book Razor gave her listed foreigners and in theory he should have been in here but... No sign. It made no sense. She looked back at dates when she knew they met in Death to see if he was in here but still there was nothing so what gave? The girl had started to break down some characteristics of what he looked like and what possible travelers appeared like that could match any characteristic of her friend. The main was his bright white long, silky hair. It was unmistakeable so how he could get away with that was beyond her. She was writing down another name when she heard her voice called. The girl cocked her head confused as to who could be asking for her at this hour. Last time he left her alone all day so why was he here?
She set down the book to the side with the papers not far off. Her head peaked out from behind the curtain to look up at him. She glanced over his body for a moment. A simple shirt and pants... No sign of the royal status he flashed her only a mere day ago. What gave? "Oh... Okay. Give me a minute," she replied before fleeing back into her room to gather up the book and the notes she took. She cradled them in her arms and reemerged. Her hair had been tied up in a ponytail with two strands of hair on either side to frame her face. A little ink dotted the edge of her cheek from writing earlier.
"What did you want to show me?"
