castel moreno ( witch ) . (blacksoul) wrote in light_of_may, |
There was very little else to do in this town so Castel had taken to walking to pass his time. There was only so much time that could be spent reading books or loitering around one establishment or another. Castel was not the type to need something to do every minute of every day but he was prone to boredom, the kind that could easily lead to frustration and there was no telling where things might go from there. So he walked. It was best for everyone that he did so, and if nothing else it gave him time to think, something he always appreciated. Castel might look mean and arrogant but he was deeply intelligent to back it up and when giving time to think about something there was very little he wasn't capable of.
His familiar flew from rooftop to rooftop as he went, occasionally making one remark or another, commenting on that person's sense of style or questioning why that person was doing whatever it was they were doing. Castel kept his responses telepathic, only glancing up at the bird every now and then as the raven glided overhead. It wouldn't do to draw too much attention to the source of his extended power, not when tensions were already running high with the barrier around the school.
It was the school that he was mulling over when he heard the voice from behind him, causing him to pause in his tracks and turn to look back over his shoulder. There was a brunette walking towards him, sour-faced and clearly ill at ease with her lot in life. No surprise, really, given the uniform she was wearing, and therefore her current state of employment. Castel almost smiled, the type to be easily amused by the ill fortunes of others. That was, at least, until he saw what she held in her hand. His wallet.
"And why, exactly," he remarked to his familiar, "didn't you tell me I had dropped that?"
Noctis' wings flapped on the overhang above and he cawed quietly. Embarrassed, almost. "I didn't see. My mistake."
"Yes. Quite." Castel offered the young woman a smile that could pass for grateful as he said, "Ah, thank you. That would be mine, yes." No sense snatching it back from her, after all, not when his familiar had suspicions that this girl might not be all she appeared to be.