Barrow Fields if you see me floatin' too many times

caiaphas' gait slowed as the slender male took note of her; as neutral as the sylph's posture was, her present condition was far from disarming -- and it seemed that alarian too was taken by a strange semblance of deja vu.

the sylph afforded the barest of smiles, studying the marred ribbon of flesh that wound around his face, corrupting his features. a startling contrast from the unblemished, rangy male she had met nearly a near before. "yes. you were on my beach once. with many less scars." her tone was playful, yet somehow edged with a quiet sense of humored bitterness.