Abaron
Astrid
A.K.A. The Blithe Mamba
It didn't really bother Astrid in the least that her master had been so busy that he seemed to completely miss her intrusion. It was nice actually. Now she was able to see a bit more of his peculiar personality, as well as learn about some of his work. He was definitely not like any other master she had before and it made her a little... nervous perhaps? She wasn't sure what she was feeling. But that didn't matter at the moment. Suppressing a sigh she looked over to her master and smiled. "Oh my, how silly."
Astrid was a little shocked and unprepared for when Damion threw the glass into the fireplace. She couldn't help but cringe at the sound of shattering glass, but let the noise fall from her ears quickly as she took the time to glance around the room. The fire was dazzling now and lit up the whole room beautifully. The walls and furniture danced with the shadows of the flickering flames and she found herself speechless. Her crimson eyes slowly traced the details of the room as she turned to see everything. After a moment she stopped and looked at Damion with a somewhat bashful smile. "I can see why this would be your favorite room. It's gorgeous and seems so peaceful."
