Mysterious as Alvadas was, Dlight couldn't help but think that the randomness of it was not a endearing trait. "I like less populated areas, too." He let escape out, mind roaming back to the wilderness and the Zith colony of Xy. "The night sky is marvelous enough for me."
Aeli's lack of a plan caused a spark of curiosity to arise in Dlight, ears catching onto her mention of the White Isle. "You've come straight from the White Isle?" It was more a statement than a question, surprise evident in the Zith's deep voice; he'd been to the White Isle in his far past, and while the experience wasn't a very pleasant one for the one of the Konti inhabitant's, it had been rewarding for Dlight.
The day he swept onto the Isle from the sky, a Konti had died and her corpse mutilated, hair and scales harvested for his bonecrafting. In his defense, Dlight did spare anyone searching for her a gruesome sight by throwing her body into the deep waters surrounding the Isle, far off the coast. Upon recalling the past-life memory, Dlight's black eyes looked to Aeli's beautifully white, flowing hair and the scales that shimmered violet along her neck.
No, this one was not only a violinist, but a wise, bright girl that he'd already started to become fond of. The darkness that fluttered beneath his eyes seemed to brighten, thoughts of violence gone in an instant. "I've only heard rumors of the White Isle." It was said in a tone that wasn't entirely convincing, however the Zith didn't plan on mentioning he'd visited before lest the Konti ask for details.
Aeli's lack of a plan caused a spark of curiosity to arise in Dlight, ears catching onto her mention of the White Isle. "You've come straight from the White Isle?" It was more a statement than a question, surprise evident in the Zith's deep voice; he'd been to the White Isle in his far past, and while the experience wasn't a very pleasant one for the one of the Konti inhabitant's, it had been rewarding for Dlight.
The day he swept onto the Isle from the sky, a Konti had died and her corpse mutilated, hair and scales harvested for his bonecrafting. In his defense, Dlight did spare anyone searching for her a gruesome sight by throwing her body into the deep waters surrounding the Isle, far off the coast. Upon recalling the past-life memory, Dlight's black eyes looked to Aeli's beautifully white, flowing hair and the scales that shimmered violet along her neck.
No, this one was not only a violinist, but a wise, bright girl that he'd already started to become fond of. The darkness that fluttered beneath his eyes seemed to brighten, thoughts of violence gone in an instant. "I've only heard rumors of the White Isle." It was said in a tone that wasn't entirely convincing, however the Zith didn't plan on mentioning he'd visited before lest the Konti ask for details.