death incarnate & night triumphant

The blissful silence only lasted several long minutes. It's the sound of a musical voice accompanied by the screeching of a bird that draws his attention. Though, he remains seated, he's arms relaxed at his side, eyes closed as if he didn't have a care in the world. Feigning sleep. Perhaps the odd couple would continue on their way and ignore the man entirely sprawled it beneath the tree. Yet, the sound of the woman's voice grows closer and he realizes she's speaking with the bird. With his eyes closed, he's unable to see the black raven hop after the woman. Andras is so focused on the conversation of the bird and the woman, because they were having a conversation, that he doesn't notice how bey close she is. So close, in fact, he feels the impact of her foot against his leg that has his eyes flying open, dark hazel eyes finding the woman sprawled on the ground next to him. Brows arched, he's unable to say anything before the raven has launched itself into the sky, screeching at the Fae. Andras could only imagine at just what the animal was saying to him.

Taking the moment to gather himself and making sure the bird wouldn't dive and peck out his eyes, the Fae turns to look at the woman, he's eyes instantly focusing on this delicately pointed ears. Another faerie. Eyes widening in surprise, he quickly covers that astonishment with a mask of cool and calm, a small but wicked smile adorning his lips. Pushing himself to a standing position, he wipes his pants off before extending a hand to help the faerie woman up. Andras watches her closely, inspecting the woman carefully as if he were looking for wounds upon her. "I'm quite alright, my dear. No damage done," his deep baritones are rough from the lack of use. Once the woman stands, he puts his hand in his pocket casually. He's about to comment on the twigs in her hair when the strange woman's attention travels to the raven. The scolding that leaves her lips has Andras's brows arching in amusement. For now, he lets it pass, he was far more curious of the faerie woman before him than the screeching animal.

"Are you hurt?" He parrots her question, his slender fingers reaching down to pick the twigs from her hair gently. Once he finishes, he offers her an apologetic smile, "Apologies, you had twigs in your hair," he states, showing her the last twig he removed from her long strands. Allowing his other hand to slide into his pocket, his eyes dart over to the still screeching animal, his amusement coloring his next words, "A friend of yours I presume?" He asks, just as those dark hazel eyes turn back to the woman, "Though, I'm rather curious, what did the bird say about me?" He purrs darkly, curiosity dancing in his eyes, attempting to ignore the caws of the raven. He's only partially successful but he's able to converse with the faerie woman, though his voice is raised only slightly to be heard over the racket.

"There are very few faeries left in the world, and even fewer in Sacrosanct. I'm pleased to have run into another of our race," he smiles at her rather gently, "I'm Andras," he states, removing hand from his pocket to extend it towards her. How odd for him to run into two different faeries in the span of a week. Both meetings by chance though he was pleased to grow his court by one when Navi accepted his invitation, albeit, with her own terms and conditions. He didn't mind, not really. She was one more faerie under his protection and he was determined to save their dwindling race. Andras would not fail his court this time around. He's drawn back to the present once more by a rather loud screech from the raven this time. His hazel eyes drift towards the bird still looking rather aggressive. "And what is your companion's name if I might ask?" He questions, not entirely sure if he should be attempting to converse with a wild animal. Andras was convinced he had managed to offend a bird. How, he wasn't sure but either way, he found the whole ordeal... entertaining.

Andras Steinhello darling