Mount Everfall bullspear

asmodeus was beginning to think chanel was perhaps a bit innocent for his deceptive notions. beautiful; he swooned in her presence, but he had little intention of being blunter than he had already seen fit.

her laughter was pure, bell-like. the rogue did not yet wish to part ways, fascinated as he was by the sheen of her sheltered life. chanel wore it like a cloak, unaware of how it called to certain individuals. 

such as himself.

snow made its daily debut in that moment; the phantom grinned wryly at the maiden. "i doubt your father feels the same way." asmodeus glanced skyward, then returned his atrous stare to her lovely young face.

"shall i escort you home, miss vasselli?"