A sunset of red gently kisses a night sky. Stars poke holes in the darkness, giving us a glimpse of the light beyond. Beneath the dark blue sky is dark blue rock, or at least the dry desert appears so tonight. Natural canyons, graigs and cliffs turn this place into a beautiful nightime maze. On the highest point of the highest, most inaccessable cliff, two feet gently touch the ground.
These feet belong to a singular looking man. He is clad in a deep grey Asian shirt, which reaches down to his knees, unbottened at his waist, and thick leather pants and boots make several silvery blades stand out from his belt. Upon closer inspection one will observe the silvery substance is platinum, lining almost everything he wears, making his pale face and platinum hair turn his image into a monochrome effigy. Underneathe his marble skin lies a quality of darkness, like white painted over purple.
The greys of his eyes (for indeed to call them 'whites' would do no honor) outline steely blue irises that possess a luminescent air. He faintly smiles. His hair gently moves to a sudden breeze. Turning around, he faces a woman. "I thought you would never come."
She is very much the same as the man, except her eyes, and clothes, are a deep crimson, which is also to be seen in a solitary shock through her black hair, and her outfit just as outlandish as his, although by far more refined. She walks to him and they both look down to the desert, littered with scattered tents and capfires. She asks, "Where are we?"
"Kingdom of Bernhardt, in the land of Patia. On the eve of war. I thought you might like to see it unfold, yes?"
"Is this place feudal?", she asks, eyeing the various faction-camps below. While her crimson eyes are a tad unsettling, her eyes are white and her porcelain skin lacks the uncanny darkness her companion has, making her much more comfortign to behild-- however possible this is. While he goes on explaining the land-- such things like how their technology is much like 'back home on Earth', and such, niught fully blooms, and the sunset touch to the sky leaves for another day's end.
She frowns: "What about Dmitri?"
The man gently laughs. "Leah, you worry for him? We'll return to him in a few days. He needs time. Let his story unfold."
"But still--"
"No buts, Leah. Do not interfere with him." Silence reigns for a short whjile, and the woman sulks. Then she looks back at the man.
"Are we in danger here?"
"Not at all. I will protect you."
...
And she almost felt safe. What could be more dangerous than Dreamthief? Leah looked as the night's performance prepared to begin. She didn't want to be here. But with him guiding her, what harm would ever come to her?
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