Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27550231-20160726000337/@comment-28358106-20160819014239

Aurum sits in stunned silence as Jorge places his hand on her forehead. When he is finished, she seems at a loss for words.

"But...but..." She begins, flustered. "But I cheated!  thought you wanted me to...to use my footing!  I didn't know that I was allowed to use my wings!  I thought that the purpose of this exercise was for me to learn how to utilize proper poise!  I didn't..."

When she sees his smiling face, she stops and looks down and away, turning red. "Did...did I really do well today?  My stance wasn't correct, and I never once was able to guard properly.  Did I truly do the right thing?"

Jorge knew what Aurum was asking. It was no ordinary question. There were often times when he forgot that they were constructs, and when they asked a question about the proper way of doing things, there wasn't a stitch of dishonesty about it. They genuinely didn't know. Ibrahim had warned him about this; they were still learning, their minds still working out the complications of doing things correctly. Sometimes it was a simple thing, sometimes not. Occasionally, questions with nuances led to them asking a string of questions, like a child; in many ways, they still were young children.

Even Aurum, in a way. She turned and looked at him, her golden eyes wide and searching, waiting for his answer. Her eyes, so unlike any other Mamono's, full of genuine innocence and guileless purity, untouched by the sin that permeated the world. Her eyes gave everything about her away, and it was impossible to not know what she was thinking.

Through those eyes, Jorge knew, she saw him as the Paragon, as he should be, not what he was. She knew nothing about him, not where he came from, or what he did, or even what he believed. To her, it did not matter. To her, he was the Paragon, and that was enough. A righter of all wrongs, second only to her father. The Hero with the Sword. The Shining Rider of the White Horse.

''...I looked, and beheld a Pale Horse! And and his name that sat upon him was Death...''

Jorge looked up again into her eyes. A small smile was spreading upon her face.

"Did I...did I really do well?"