Fairspell Meadow Auspicious Anomalancy

"You'll think me mad," The woman insisted without even having glanced at him yet. She must've been quite sure of this, which only made him more curious; many felt the way she did, and though the mercenary did not, all the reasons he'd heard were rather understandable. What reason could be so strange that he'd think her mad? She finally peered over a slender shoulder to give him a once-over, and his flesh burned from the trails her red-hot eyes left as they traveled down his form. They eventually snapped back to meet his own fiery gaze, and he held them for several heartbeats, eyes burning with nothing but raw curiosity. She then relinquished her eyes, and it was then he finally asked another question:

Is that a bad thing? Corvus had met many oddities, especially at this hour, but it was something he adored about night travel. He considered himself one of them; few denied their natural rhythm to traverse beneath a blanket of darkness. Even if he did think her mad, that didn't necessarily mean he wouldn't respect her. He stood firm against the wind like an obsidian mountain, magma eyes unwavering from the painted stranger before him.