Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-5999656-20161216022828/@comment-5999656-20161217030828

The small smile that had formed on Zanipher's face when the man turned around was quickly wiped away as he casually dropped that word in his sentence.

Dragon.

Though her expression remained the same, Zan unconsciously took a sharp intake of breath at that mention, because it was that moment where she realized who she was talking to. Her eyes met that of Diaboli's. His blue gaze was sharp, unrelenting, and only standing this close to him did Zanipher realized their difference in height as her head tilted upwards to hold his gaze.

He did seem much healthier than before, she had to admit, though in the gloom of that day it had been difficult to make out his form. So now what? Here she was, Ninth Dragon of Vale addressing the king of the Patched, surrounded by unsuspecting civilians as the memory of their previous confrontation loomed uncomfortably close.

Zan gave a deep sigh and broke eye contact, electing to look straight ahead at Diaboli's chest, or rather, the ornate gold neckpiece on top of it. When she spoke, her voice was quiet but not threatening.

"You know, when I'd envisioned us meeting again, it was in circumstances significantly more dramatic than this," she admitted. She glanced back up again, and saw that the cashier was examining the two suspiciously as they obstructed the front desk.

"Would you like to sit with me? We've got a lot of catching up to do. I'm beyond curious as to what someone as important as you might be doing in some generic corner coffee shop." She gave a slight motion of her hand to the table where her drink still stood, only to find that the young couple from before had taken it.

"Or we can go to your table, that's fine too," she huffed. She looked back at Diaboli's face, studying it in a way that was not analytical but rather curious, and awkward.

"I hope you haven't had too much trouble recently. Things have been a mess for the entire underworld for a while now."