It did not take long for the server to return to Ceserus’ table, a drink in hand. The reaper took a moment to nod and quietly thank the woman before beginning to nurse the ale. It was surprisingly good for such a small town, though that was probably due to the fact that they were so close to the Land of Plenty. Ceserus had never been there himself, but he could only imagine how much food and drink flowed through that land. Perhaps once the demon armies had conquered the land he would travel there and enjoy himself for a time. He was certain he would probably deserve it by then, assuming he did end up on the battle field as expected.
The music continued as the people in the tavern laughed and sang along when they knew the melody, giving a carefree air that surprised Ceserus, considering the allied Land of Light was under attack at this very moment. Then again, the wars between the angels and demons had been going on for such a long time that the people in small towns like this one probably ignored it most of the time. They figured they might die any day, so why not live like it. Ceserus, despite being against the people ultimately, could appreciate that lifestyle. It was one that he strived to experience whenever he had a spare moment to himself. But tonight he was on duty in a small capacity. He had to make sure that no angelic forces were gathering in the area to make a direct assault on the land of Death. Even so, Ceserus could not but begin to enjoy the atmosphere, especially when the piano music stopped for a moment.
The woman that approached the front of the room was a sight he did not expect to see in a place like this. Her long white hair falling down her back, accented by the translucent clothing she wore that betrayed her specialty before she even began to perform her art. She was certainly a dancer; that much was clear by the grace in her movements as she glided to the center of the tavern. The room quieted down as an instinctual reaction to her. She was captivating, and she had yet to even begin. Ceserus watched as the woman looked around the room, her eyes dancing from person to person before they finally landed on him. He took that moment to make sure she noticed him, raising his glass slightly as they locked eyes for the briefest of moments, a small smile appearing on his face. He hoped it was enough to get her attention, for he unexpectedly found himself wanting to interact with this woman. She was different than the rest of the common folk in the room, and was certain to be interesting at the very least.
Her dance finally began with the gentle tones of the piano emerging into the air. As she stretched her hand above her head, Ceserus sensed it the moment before it appeared: magic. The subtle gusts of wind and the petals that seemed to form out of thin air began to fly all around her, and then through the entire room. It was not raw, arcane magic like that which Ceserus needed to consume to survive, but rather a more natural, flowing form that caught his attention even more than the woman herself. She produced the cool and warm air with such ease, her body moving like a fluid in the space that the reaper could only assume that she was more powerful than she let on. But more than that, she was beautiful. Without realizing it, Ceserus had allowed the smile to drop from his face as his brow furrowed, studying the woman with a scrutiny that was certainly out of place in a place like this. He continued to watch, hoping that she was come his way when this was all over. At the very least he could buy her drink; maybe then he could find out more about this fascinating woman.
The music continued as the people in the tavern laughed and sang along when they knew the melody, giving a carefree air that surprised Ceserus, considering the allied Land of Light was under attack at this very moment. Then again, the wars between the angels and demons had been going on for such a long time that the people in small towns like this one probably ignored it most of the time. They figured they might die any day, so why not live like it. Ceserus, despite being against the people ultimately, could appreciate that lifestyle. It was one that he strived to experience whenever he had a spare moment to himself. But tonight he was on duty in a small capacity. He had to make sure that no angelic forces were gathering in the area to make a direct assault on the land of Death. Even so, Ceserus could not but begin to enjoy the atmosphere, especially when the piano music stopped for a moment.
The woman that approached the front of the room was a sight he did not expect to see in a place like this. Her long white hair falling down her back, accented by the translucent clothing she wore that betrayed her specialty before she even began to perform her art. She was certainly a dancer; that much was clear by the grace in her movements as she glided to the center of the tavern. The room quieted down as an instinctual reaction to her. She was captivating, and she had yet to even begin. Ceserus watched as the woman looked around the room, her eyes dancing from person to person before they finally landed on him. He took that moment to make sure she noticed him, raising his glass slightly as they locked eyes for the briefest of moments, a small smile appearing on his face. He hoped it was enough to get her attention, for he unexpectedly found himself wanting to interact with this woman. She was different than the rest of the common folk in the room, and was certain to be interesting at the very least.
Her dance finally began with the gentle tones of the piano emerging into the air. As she stretched her hand above her head, Ceserus sensed it the moment before it appeared: magic. The subtle gusts of wind and the petals that seemed to form out of thin air began to fly all around her, and then through the entire room. It was not raw, arcane magic like that which Ceserus needed to consume to survive, but rather a more natural, flowing form that caught his attention even more than the woman herself. She produced the cool and warm air with such ease, her body moving like a fluid in the space that the reaper could only assume that she was more powerful than she let on. But more than that, she was beautiful. Without realizing it, Ceserus had allowed the smile to drop from his face as his brow furrowed, studying the woman with a scrutiny that was certainly out of place in a place like this. He continued to watch, hoping that she was come his way when this was all over. At the very least he could buy her drink; maybe then he could find out more about this fascinating woman.
