[Bloody hells, is it too late for them to try and steal the lantern back? The thought certainly crosses Augustine's mind as he regards Puck. The boy seems all too eager to regale them with his fantastical tales of adventure and love lost. It's just a shame that all of this is nothing more than a mere farce.
While Augustine dared to humor the youth by taking a seat by this makeshift fire, his companion doesn't. This is actually a blessing in disguise since the youth is distracted. It's very easy to ignore D's presence when the hunter doesn't want to be bothered. He shoots D a glance once one of those razor sharp leaves strike him. A thin little cut forms upon the top of his hand. Instead of the wound instantly closing as it should, he allows his blood to flow for the time being. It goes without saying that some sort of dark afoot here and it's not just Puck's doing.
A sigh of frustrated escapes him once the boy suddenly mentions a riddle.
"I am a word that is hardly there. Remove my start, and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?"
Why is it every time to the Fae comes out to play, there's always some asinine riddle involved? Augustine can't help but scoff. Much like D here, his patience is running thin.]
Hardly there? [He mumbles while contemplating the answer.] Hmm, I've never been good a riddles, sadly.
[He shoots D again glance, this time with a fanged smirk. It's time.]
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While Augustine dared to humor the youth by taking a seat by this makeshift fire, his companion doesn't. This is actually a blessing in disguise since the youth is distracted. It's very easy to ignore D's presence when the hunter doesn't want to be bothered. He shoots D a glance once one of those razor sharp leaves strike him. A thin little cut forms upon the top of his hand. Instead of the wound instantly closing as it should, he allows his blood to flow for the time being. It goes without saying that some sort of dark afoot here and it's not just Puck's doing.
A sigh of frustrated escapes him once the boy suddenly mentions a riddle.
"I am a word that is hardly there. Remove my start, and I'm an herbal flair. What am I?"
Why is it every time to the Fae comes out to play, there's always some asinine riddle involved? Augustine can't help but scoff. Much like D here, his patience is running thin.]
Hardly there? [He mumbles while contemplating the answer.] Hmm, I've never been good a riddles, sadly.
[He shoots D again glance, this time with a fanged smirk. It's time.]