Vizyous smiled warmly in return at Vhanet's words of thanks, focusing his attention on both the woman's story of how she'd ended up in the hedge maze and where they were walking. They were headed towards a collection of red flowers that he could almost recognize, the sounds of water getting further away with each step. "And then you came." The Symenestra looked down at Vhanet's closing of her story with a smile that spoke of fondness.
The silence that followed once he turned his attention back towards their path was comfortable, and Vizyous realized that the red flowers had been native to Kalea. They passed them and turned to the right, the only path available. He hoped that Vhanet had patience and a semi-full stomach, it seemed their journey out of the hedges would take a while.
Vizyous paused in his steps when he heard the question, considering what Dinvidus would do in this situation. The more knowledge withheld, the more power he had over the woman-- however this was no mission to Harvest, he reminded himself. The man stopped walking, although he did so calmly so Vhanet wouldn't get the impression she'd offended him. He turned to her and gave her a curious smile that showed his canines, remembering his brother's odd, almost arrogant sense of humor.
"If I'm not Symenestra, I don't know who is." The Symenos flowed easily and without effort from his lips, right hand slowly but confidently coming to rest on the fur cloak covering Vhanet's right shoulder. It was both an act of comfort and somewhat of an attempt to calm her from startling should his language surprise her. "Why do you ask?" Vizyous asked Vhanet, switching without hesitation back to Common.
The combination of seeing his canines, hearing Symenos and having his long, black-clawed hands on her shoulder should clearly confirm that yes, he was Symenestra. However, his expression wasn't one that would incite terror, rather one that hopefully encouraged her to be fascinated, not scared.
The silence that followed once he turned his attention back towards their path was comfortable, and Vizyous realized that the red flowers had been native to Kalea. They passed them and turned to the right, the only path available. He hoped that Vhanet had patience and a semi-full stomach, it seemed their journey out of the hedges would take a while.
Vizyous paused in his steps when he heard the question, considering what Dinvidus would do in this situation. The more knowledge withheld, the more power he had over the woman-- however this was no mission to Harvest, he reminded himself. The man stopped walking, although he did so calmly so Vhanet wouldn't get the impression she'd offended him. He turned to her and gave her a curious smile that showed his canines, remembering his brother's odd, almost arrogant sense of humor.
"If I'm not Symenestra, I don't know who is." The Symenos flowed easily and without effort from his lips, right hand slowly but confidently coming to rest on the fur cloak covering Vhanet's right shoulder. It was both an act of comfort and somewhat of an attempt to calm her from startling should his language surprise her. "Why do you ask?" Vizyous asked Vhanet, switching without hesitation back to Common.
The combination of seeing his canines, hearing Symenos and having his long, black-clawed hands on her shoulder should clearly confirm that yes, he was Symenestra. However, his expression wasn't one that would incite terror, rather one that hopefully encouraged her to be fascinated, not scared.