death incarnate & night triumphant

Between his wet body and the frigid air the flight was not at all pleasant, although he had to admit, it felt good to stretch his wings after so long. The man hardly had flown much, not since he had brought Lani's bloody body back to Somnia. Still, Andras' attention hardly remained on his enjoyment of soaring for long as he searched for the thief, his dark hazel eyes scanning the forest as he finally spots a lithe figure darting through the trees, sporadically if he might add. Honestly, if the Fae man wasn't graced with flight, he imagined it would be hard to track her. Whether she was intentionally making her trail difficult to follow or not remained to be seen and yet, his eyes linger on her form from the skies, Andras finally having quite enough as he tilts into a dive.

Right before he lands, she screams rather loudly and truly, it might have been amusing to the High Lord, just not today as his irritation ripples outwards. Landing with a poof of dust, he can scent the utter fear that drips off her, Andras hardly caring that his monstrous wings painted him as a, well, a monster. As his gaze settles upon the faerie before him, recognition has him furrowing his brows at the familiar face. He had hardly been able to speak to the woman much before, as she had run away in fright; timid little thing, and yet, Andras couldn't help but soften his once stone face as he releases a bit of tension in his shoulders. Tightly folding his wings behind him, her stammered words has him releasing a mental sigh. The girl was shaking like a leaf! It wasn't something he particularly cared to do with at this moment, Andras knowing full well he could wrestle the heirloom from her. Still, he wouldn't resort to such methods, the faerie was harmless, seeming to be infatuated with pretty things.

When he releases a sigh again, it's audible this time as she responds, the girl refusing to make eye contact with him. "The last time I checked, borrowing something without asking is, in fact, stealing," he replies back, his deep tenors filling the silence of the forest. Her next response has him raising his brows in incredulousness as a deep chuckle final escapes his lips. "My dear, I hardly think I abandoned it! I merely went for a dip, you don't expect me to swim with such a thing with the possibility of losing it, do you?" He asks, the tension finally leaving his body. She was a strange one indeed, "You seem more dragon than I do! Sneaking in and snatching the first pretty object you find. Let me guess, you have a stash of all your pretty things somewhere?" He muses, watching as she backs away. If she darted again, Andras wouldn't let her get away this time, the man fully prepared to play a game of cat and mouse.

Her next response has Andras shaking his head slightly, "And what do you need it for?" He asks gently, though there is an amused smile tugging at the corner of his lips now. As he waits for a response, he thinks to change the subject, perhaps make her a bit more comfortable so she might not run this time. So, he questions her about Mr. Crow and her entire demeanor seems to change from frightfulness to excitement, her exclamation bringing another small smile to his features. "You might have gotten away with it if Mr. Crow didn't have errands to run," he sighs wistfully for the girl, Andras still remaining where he was as he watches her carefully, her deer in the headlights look finally fading.

Her next words have Andras releasing another chuckle, "I won't eat you, I swear on the lives' of my court. I don't partake in cannibalism," he promises her with a dip of his head, "I think we have gotten off on the wrong foot, let's start over," he suggests casually, "My name is Andras, what's your's?" He asks gently, making sure to never look at the heirloom she has crushed to her chest, he hardly wanted to frighten the girl again.

Andras Steinhello darling