He had not bothered to turn and look at the Mayor when she came in; but as she edged nearer into his focus, Loki regretted that, because now he did, he wanted the casual turn easily hidden by the mild curiosity of a visitor. She prickled at his awareness. These were people of a different make, beyond the realm he knew, and his senses were not finely tuned. He was expecting to find something strange or off about the place, and that's how it felt, and maybe that was why he was able to notice it.
He could only hope this Mayor would have a similar experience, and not see how much stranger Loki's visit to the town really was. She would undoubtedly pick up on something, of course; but hopefully something much too blurry for her to accurately guess at. Though it itched at him he waited until the woman was sitting beside him to turn, one elbow leaning casually against the counter.
She was a very good looking woman, older than Ruby, with a more settled, domineering look to her. He knew a sorceress when he saw one, though, and even though she didn't offer her hand, he smiled and offered his - much more brightly than he would have, normally.
"I suppose the same way everyone else did," he said, cheerfully, knowing his demeanor might surprise Ruby, but that was a chance he was taking. Mysterious stranger was not a title he wanted in a small town with a sorceress who, for all he knew, ruled its undercurrents with an iron fist. And boisterous, cheerful people we far less interesting, and far less mysterious, than calm, wry intellectuals. If it had been only him, he wouldn't have cared so much - but this was Ruby's place. If he made a mess and left her in it, who knew how it would turn out? "It's a beautiful little spot."
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Date: 2014-06-08 01:40 am (UTC)He could only hope this Mayor would have a similar experience, and not see how much stranger Loki's visit to the town really was. She would undoubtedly pick up on something, of course; but hopefully something much too blurry for her to accurately guess at. Though it itched at him he waited until the woman was sitting beside him to turn, one elbow leaning casually against the counter.
She was a very good looking woman, older than Ruby, with a more settled, domineering look to her. He knew a sorceress when he saw one, though, and even though she didn't offer her hand, he smiled and offered his - much more brightly than he would have, normally.
"I suppose the same way everyone else did," he said, cheerfully, knowing his demeanor might surprise Ruby, but that was a chance he was taking. Mysterious stranger was not a title he wanted in a small town with a sorceress who, for all he knew, ruled its undercurrents with an iron fist. And boisterous, cheerful people we far less interesting, and far less mysterious, than calm, wry intellectuals. If it had been only him, he wouldn't have cared so much - but this was Ruby's place. If he made a mess and left her in it, who knew how it would turn out? "It's a beautiful little spot."