Ah, the midnight hour. Such a time would be dangerous or inconvenient for most park goers, but these two brought more danger than was available in your typical outdoor fun place.
The sophisticated demon was Beramode, and her dark elf pack mule was Fish. Their slate-coloured skin faded them into the background of a balmy night, the main attractor to the eye being their respective shocks of oddly coloured hair. However, the difference in rank was very clear to even the strangest of strangers.
She had been gone for quite some time. Perhaps she had spent too much time in Naples on break and retraining this lackey. Though work was work regardless of any sort of pleasures involved. She had cleared her mind, possibly lost a bit of her memory, and had a little entertainment on the side. Maybe she had even grown an extra set of ears or so in her absence. But still, change did not threaten her, and each step she took upon the stone path with her pumps was as confident as the last.
He, however, disliked the discourteous treatment from this strange general. His shifty work was generally looked over by his superiors, but perhaps he had gone too far this time. And it was a discomforting thought, but maybe they knew all along and were waiting for the perfect punishment to arrive. He was used to his charm working his way around the determination of any female species... but he hadn't expected to be completely outdone by her. He resented her, but was intimidated by so much as a footstep from that strange woman.
She had stopped walking. Oh hell! He scrambled to hold all of the things he was holding in a more respectable manner, wary of any sort of punishment coming his way.
"Fish." She didn't prefix his name as he was accustomed to... pointedly, and disrespectfully. Her demeanour was strangely cheerful. "It's a lovely night, isn't it?" It always sounded a little strange to hear this attitude chirped out in Ilythiiri of all things.
He wasn't that enthusiastic about hiding his ill will. "I suppose so--"
Her eyes were a sharp redness through the dark. "Don't suppose. Know." Pausing for a moment to ensure that he was startled by this, she returned to her aura of sweetness and butterflies. "I've been away so long~ What if everyone has forgotten me?"
If he didn't clearly know better, he might've believed those crocodile tears. "Che."
Her eyes were stabbing him again. "What was that?"
"Nothing, nothing!" It was best to dodge quickly and thorougly, with this one.
That dominating look again. She didn't even have to say it. Know your place. He hated that this foreigner outranked him, but was wise enough not to try his luck.
"Look look, there it is."
The park's pond had an ethereal glow in the sliver of moonlight that shone from the sky. She had already gone ahead and was sitting on a bench shoreside and summoning him over by the time he came to.
"Here." A hand beckoned him by patting on the seat next to her. He came along, frowning all the while...
A sly expression slinked across her face as she looked pointedly at him with her one eye. "You hate me, don't you?"
The frown was interupted by this annoying directness. "A junior respects his seniors."
"Cut the crap." Her eye was back on that wonderful, shining pond. "You must've underestimated me, the show-and-tell general of the dark elf forces. My face isn't bad, I might wear a pretty dress... you thought you had it easy as far as retraining went. And now you're pissed off that you're wrong."
Hmmph. He might've been twitching a little nervously, but his frown and crossed arms stayed in place.
Her smile only deepened. "Suit yourself... you're stuck with me as long as you continue to slink around the rules." She leaned back, taking in the night all she could. She had missed this world, definitely so.
