When he agreed to her idea, she smiled brightly. Showing off that set of pearly whites. Everything about Esmerelda was human, except her lack of pigment, and the colour of her eyes. She proceeded that few steps to bring her up to the side of her new traveling companion. Her hand rose to greet the air with a gentle kiss as her finger pointed in the direction of the town. He thought he could see .. with his technologically advanced eyes .. if only he could see what Esmerelda saw.
"The town is just off this way, it's small .. isolated. Not much, but it's just a passer through. The town is generous, from word of mouth. They lack the necessities to support a mass ammount of life, but they get by."
That was when he inquired a name .. something she had failed to give him in consolation for his lack thereof. XIV. That was what he had opted to call himself. A small smile placed it'self upon her lips and she turned to face him. Offering a petite, and seemingly fragile hand for a partial wave.
"Pleasure to meet you. Amigo. My name is Esmerelda."
Her tongue formed each percise sound. Rolling her 'R's and sharpe 'S's. She pursed her lips slightly as she turned her attention to the path ahead of them and as he took that step forward in the right direction she followed. Her hand resting upon the hilt of her sword for comfort. Almost as if it was her own little walking stick. Sure, he'd performed some sense of magic, pulled something from a desolate nothing, but that was nothing new to Esmerelda.
When she moved, the long braid that cascaded down her back swayed. Its length reached to her mid-thighs. Expressing some sense of accomidating for a lack there of in the years before. Having grown up with little to no hair at all, when Oleander had the chance to Galavant around as Esmerelda, she took to the slightest chance and grew her hair to it's fullest. Loving those silken curls, and their many unique styles. Though, when she played as Oleander .. their style was limited, and very dificult to transform her beautiful face, into one that spoke soft masculinity, and screamed manliness.
Since her time in the Holy Crusade, she'd lost herself .. and where else could she start to find herself, than with a man whom seemed lost himself. The outcomes were numerous, and the journey unknown, but that made this task all the more intriguing. Why do it alone, when you could do it with someone else.
Yo no soy un Héroe. No.
Yo no soy un Monstruo. No.
soy el intermedio.
La necesidad de Sobrevivir.