[Wingardia] 001 - Regalia

[Nyanfood]

"If you say so..."

Raid told her not to question things if they've been said, even if she didn't believe what's been said. Quietly, she slipped back into her shoes. They were rather complicated to put on so she didn't bother with the ribbons as much, tying them in an even, criss-cross pattern rather than her usual, avant-garde, asymmetrical pattern. Her hair reached behind her to flip the light switch. Some of the things that she forgot about, her hair remembered for her.

"There actually... isn't that much to watch." She answered his question with a slight shrug, her face blank and slightly puzzled. What was so pretty about a star being born anyway? It was a condensation. It meant very little. Stars were vessels for beings like herself. "A bunch of things happen to suck together and start burning and emitting radiation. They're prettier when they die."

Her long, silver lashes blinked over her fire-amber colored eyes. Rampant almost seemed to purr at her waist and she put her hand on the lion pouncing onto the amber pommel and stroked down the length of the hilt with her thumb. Her sword was so odd... just like a cat... just like her.

"Unless if you mean the birth of one of us." Her fingertips fell to her sternum as she indicated towards herself. With soft clicks of her heels she walked out, almost as if strutting but moving too elegantly to be the bold-and-showiness of a proper strut. Rather than a peacock, she seemed more the vain, white griffin, discreetly looking down yet without disdain, only blase.

"We are the epitome of impossibility." She explained, closing the door behind them and locking it. "We were born from 'zero'. It is hard to bring something out of nothing, yet we exist. Honestly speaking, no one, not even among us, have witnessed the birth of another. Our presence simply is. I can't say it is 'beautiful' or 'ugly' with no information."

Personally, she didn't like babies. She thought they were disgustingly ugly. Then again, just as she had gotten used to the birth and death of stars, she had gotten used to the beauty of her own human... or rather, inhuman face.  

[ginseku]

"I see."
Kirai couldn't think of anything interesting to say back, so he left it at that. He rolled the urn over softly in his hand as they walked, taking soft glances at it from time to time.
'Soon, Sendo, soon.'
A thought hit Kirai; He still didn't have a soul to use for the binding contract. He took a quick glance at Regalia.
'Hmm...'
It was a considerable Idea to use Regalia as an offering in this deal. The possibility that her immortality would be transferred to Sendo was enticing, to say the least.
But two things were still un-known; how strong Regalia actually was, and whether her body was stable enough to support re-binding.
It had been, after all, made to be a binding prison for Regalia. Maybe there were magics he couldn't remove.

All in all, using Regalia didn't seem like a great idea.
'Besides, she's far too short. Even if binding Sendo to her made her taller, she would still be thin.'

Kirai pushed open the door to the courtyards after they had come upon it.
"After you."