"Do you… ever fear life? More so than death..." He questioned her, his voice deep; something further in his personality exposed, in his quiet tone.
"Tell me, why should I tell you?" She asked, sarcasm lacing her voice.
His steel arm hung limp at his side, as he stared off into his own thoughts. Beyond them, a gray sky, complete with a dark foreboding sunset, streaked with deep crimson and light pink. He unconsciously gripped his sword hilt with his real hand, seeking what slight comfort he could find in the cold metal of the familiar weapon.
"Insolent wench." He growled.
The clearing was framed by the landscape. Dark green grass flourished and tall evergreens loomed over the two, bowes arching overhead.
"That's not a valid reason, Nox. "
He scoffed, and flashed her a condescending look, narrowing his ruby eyes.
"Then don't answer." He mused.
"Fine." Came the retort.
"Bah..."
He turned to leave, searching for the way that he'd come. Off to the side, she watched in silence. Sensing his imminent departure, she straightened up and went to follow, the conversation unfinished.
"You know-"
"When I want input from a damned fool, I'll find you." He interrupted sharply.
She carefully studied his back for a moment, deciding between going back to try again or to simply walk away. Then, she came to a conclusion that neither of those choices worked. Her temper was already provoked, and she wanted to return the favor. Why she cared, she had yet to decide.
"You are such a… a...-" Falling short of an insult, she growled; her frustration evident.
He turned around.
"No one asked for you to "escort" me here in the first place."
A flash of irritation shot through her expression.
"I'm not escorting you anywhere."
"Then leave, wench."
"Narcissistic... twig." Twig? Where in the hell had that come from?
"Goodnight, Zelpher." He ended it for both of them, a smirk adorning his face.
He turned with a certain grace, and silently stalked through the trees, leaving a silence to fill where he'd been prior. Out of view, he paused, and turned, looking over his shoulder. She was still standing in the clearing, arms crossed, and glaring back in his direction. Clearly seething.
She watched his retreating backside until he disappeared completely.
"You know what, Nox? Maybe I do." She snorted, and spun around to face the fading sunset, her arms re-crossed. "Bastard." She mumbled.