Nimbus Summit the debts of ukiyo

Her eyes meet is own as he introduces himself, yet she’s quick to pull them away. He continues to watch her though, he can’t help but take in her features. Another not so hidden feature, a feminine beauty that Donovan has always been weak to. He doesn’t act upon the urge to smother her with questions and attention, she doesn’t seem to be the type to be too flattered by that. 

Then she utters a few words that he doesn’t realize is her name until he thinks about it a bit longer. As his single brain cell fires, he figures out that the words aren’t her speaking in her mother tongue, but they’re her name. He rather likes it.

She continues, speaking of a time long lost it seems. Before it’s fall. He knows those words well. He wonders if he should ask, or if it would be too sore a topic still. He can tell it affects her by the cold glaze that shifts over her eyes. It’s at this point he decides to ask.

“An old pack?” He hums back evenly in question. His tone isn’t teasing, though it is fairly neutral.