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[h2][color=silver]Ferrin Astra[/color][/h2]

[sub][@LightningMaiden][@MarshiestMallow][/sub]
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Ferrin nooded at Sasha’s response, slightly disappointed that she seemed take the wisecrack seriously.

Then Cecilia spoke up and Ferrin immediately stilled then smiled guilelessly at the cat. [color=silver]“Do I?”[/color] He asked, his mannerish suddenly starkly different. The fact that it was a [i]cat[/i] talking barely registered as a blip on his weirdness scale. He went from low-key nervous to completely relaxed disturbingly quickly.

He shifted his smile, which also shifted to a more charming look, to Amaya as she hurriedly apologized. Althugh his smile faltered slightly at the mention of her being a dragonslayer, it recovered quickly. [color=silver]“It is quite all right, Amaya Van Isis.”[/color] He said, rolling her name around. [color=silver]“You have quite the lovely name.”[/color] He complemented her. [color=silver]“Although it is not half as lovely as you, yourself.”[/color] He paused the continued, still wearing that smile as a mask. [color=silver] “You said you are a dragonslayer yes? I admit, I am not fond of your kind. I have had bad experiences with them before. But I am curious to know more. What element do you specialize in? Did you actually learn it from a dragon? I’ve never seen one before, but I have always admired the power they reportedly wield.”[/color]

Bad memories came back. A laughing blood-stained figure. Death amd blood everywhere. It seemed like he just couldn’t escape that particular ghost. Which made sense, he supposed but he was getting sick of that insictive cringe he felt whenever the memory reared it’s ugly head. However Ferrin let none of his discomfort show. His control over himself was iron and this girl definitely didn’t deserve his suspicion and distrust.