Seven Days of Creation

[Aaryana NeThora]

Aaryana took little notice of the changes in his expression. Offended and amused looks, neither were anything new. She walked a little further inside as the last of the servants finished placing out the feast. Her golden green eyes wandered over the rather splendid looking table and a little smirk came to her lips.

[shadow=gray,right,300]"That is what you intended, was it not? So yes, I shall... Twilight."[/shadow] She added his name pointedly, accepting to call him what he had requested her to. For now.

Her head sharply jerks up to look straight at him, her large wings making a twitch before again folding in behind her.

[shadow=gray,right,300]"Expecting more company?"[/shadow] Her strange dual voice was suddenly a little harder as she stepped up to one of the chairs, one placed at one of the ends of the table. Not shy to claim such a high seat she waited for it to be pulled out for her.

[SoulofTwilight]

Twilight's hands fell behind his back slowly, and he walked along the obsidian black tiles softly. His boots radiated their tune alongside of the swish of his long flowing robes, and created a gentle melody about his form. A single hand reached out slowly, grasping a few grapes from a silver platter. One of which he popped in his mouth lazily. After chewing the grape he swallowed, and licked his pale lips softly. Then, turned to face her.

"Possibly. It depends on whether fate would bring others here."

He noted, not taking much note to her dual voice. His own was far too familiar. That deep malice and hatred, which walked alongside a more kind and gentle side. He suspected this was the side Rhiannon adored. Twilight also suspected that he should be a gentleman in the company in his guests. Therefore, he strolled across the room to the chair that she had claimed, and drew it out for her. When she seated herself he would've slid it forward just a bit, and then moved to his seat. He drew out one for himself not two places down from hers, and as he sat he would've crossed one knee over the other while popping another grape in his mouth.

"So tell me..." He'd say after chewing up the grape, "What brings you to my humble abode?"

Oh the place was so humble, much like his clothes. Those deep green robes of silk with silver and gold embroidery were just as lavish as the Tower, and he wore them with such poise and elegance one could mistake him for a poodle. Tail high up and strutting as he walked.