Iris began fidgeting. She couldn't hold down the curiosity any longer. She didn't like this frantic side of her, yet she didn't want to disturb the two. Her knees were nodding up and down anxiously, her cold sweats trickled inside her closed palm, and her thoughts were not healthy. In between all of that, Loki had to come back from his guard duty, and Iris gave a very weak and silent frustrated groan, that even the conscientious Loki could not hear.
"If you do not mind" Loki started while taking a seat at another rock across Iris, "May I ask where Fenris and Chaos is?"
Iris' heart was stabbed thoroughly hearing his words. 'If I do not mind?' Iris thought hardly. Why? Why must he ask these things, these drivel, and these unrighteous, tedious things?
"They went" Iris mumbled coldly, hesitating to answer, but not willing to have another quarrel with what Chaos calls it, 'the-protector'.
"I can see that" Loki said, almost sarcastic.
"Well…I don't know what to tell you" Iris pouted and tried hard not to pursue of what it would become of a long, boring, useless conversation.
Suddenly, Loki scoffed to the point of a faint laugh. Iris thought it was strange, she never heard the cold-blooded laughed before. It was astounding, and SHE did it. "I'm sorry, do you have a quandary with me?"
"Quandary…?" Iris gave a revolting look to Loki then laughed out loud, "Oh Loki, you really do reside in your own world do you?"
"Forget it" Loki turned away, tired of deliberating with the princess, she was young, annoying, yet, comical, in a way.
Iris didn't know what to say, she wanted to laugh a little, but she cancelled her own fun, finally observing the Assassin in front of her who was staring at the stars with an awkward face, but a reassured one. Iris will never realize this so called-ly human or not, he was like a great big puzzle she cannot seem to solve, what does he think? What does he feel?
"I'm sorry Loki, I didn't mean to become so…loathsome to you" Iris chuckled without a sound, her face reserved a little.
"I know" Loki answered without paying any attention to the Cleric.
Once more, the silence knocked its way through the two. The Cleric fidgeted more again, and bobbed her head back and forth, balancing the Chernryongdo in one hand. She gazed at Loki, then turned her head to the stars above her and sighed.
"What do you think they're doing?"
"Questionably…nothing"
"What?"
"Whatever they are doing, it does not concern us…so, nothing"
"You're awkward you know that?"
"How?"
"The way you talk, you act, you…look at me, or Fenris, even Chaos"
"You inquire me this, why?"
"Just wondering, Gods Loki! You don't have to be so uptight and insecure all the time, just open up, we don't even know where you come from, I know Morroc, but, how? What? When? Why?"
"Why?"
"Yes, why?"
"Why should I know why?"
"I don't know, why?"
"Iris, you ask the impossible"
"No I don't, just try to answer it"
Loki simply shrugged.