When her charge had come into view, Terryn didn't know what to expect but it wasn't something so... Demonic. Ironic, being that she knew that it was indeed a demon that was summoning to strengthen her power. Tonight would be interesting and as she looked over her shoulder sitting at her vanity she felt her eyes tracing over his skin, dark like ebony and his eyes red as passion. When she looked up to find those strong eyes, she noticed he was almost twice as tall as she was. It was.. Slightly overwhelming but she figured it would be something that she would grow used to. Things never happened overnight. She knew that looking him up and down could be taken as disrespectful, but instead of growing surprised and letting shock cover her features she instead wanted to take in all of him before she continued with their contract. When the smoke settled her warm eyes met his and a small bow of her head was given. She took a few steps forward, the<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=http%3A%2F%2F1.bp.blogspot.com%2F-sscAw2gCgTY%2FTdx4tHZWcQI%2FAAAAAAAAAmU%2FIC-zo7JFrS8%2Fs640%2Ftumblr_lk5zoj85S51qfcidyo1_500_large.jpg&amp;hash=8d72036c2a389d31e6581d25d589fa6e" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sscAw2gCgTY/Tdx4tHZWcQI/AAAAAAAAAmU/IC-zo7JFrS8/s640/tumblr_lk5zoj85S51qfcidyo1_500_large.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">bracelets</a>on her wrists clanging together.<br/><br/>She let her fingers come beneath her chin and she smirked over at him. He was intriguing, and honestly she was taking in his form, his deep voice and his eyes seemed to captivate her. For most women, such a sight would have been repulsive, but for Terryn she found him to be intriguing. When he spoke his name there was a slight wrinkle in her nose as she tried to commit it to memory.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"Lord Ammaraxyl. I shall do my best not to butcher such a strong name."</span>She dipped slightly in a manner of respect of the entity before him and when he recognized her line there was a certain aura around her but whether it was pride or intrigue was unclear.<br/><br/>Magnus Maevis.. He was the first of her line, the one who had guaranteed their legacy. Her head tilted to each side and she began to circle him, wondering what the relationship between this demon and her great-great-great... grandfather had.. They were allies that much she was sure. If they hadn't been, she was sure to be met with some hostility but was that.. Respect? There was a small memory that came across her, a pot over a fire as her mother Athena had been teaching little Terryn the basics of magic. Telling stories of different entities coming to save their family, like a knight in shining armor for a normal child. Stories of princesses versus stories of demons fighting wars with her ancestors were almost interchangeable, and that was probably why she didn't recoil at the sight of him as she was sure other villagers would have.<br/><br/>Terryn found her new charge to be quite beautiful. His skin a smooth color of darkness, much like the waves that tumbled over her shoulders. Blinking a few times she realized she had been staring at him for an unreasonable amount of time and it would most likely be seen as rude.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"Forgive me, I lost myself.."</span>Terra moved her hand and she stopped as she stood in front of him once more, a smile across her cheeks. Twirling a strand of hair around her finger she gave a small huff and there was a delight in her gaze.. Finally, to business. Terryn paced back and forth in front of him and she stopped, pointer finger extended.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"As a child, I was told of the many wonders that my family and by extension, yours have done together. I was also told had there been anything that I may need, protection or even strength.."</span>She cut herself off as her gaze met his for a brief moment.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"That my blood would give me the answers I seek. I am looking for a mentor, a guardian.."</span>She scratched beneath her chin and she popped a hip outwards. The long skirt was cut at her waist, wrapping around the rest of her hips. It was tied by a single string, dangling down her thigh as her black stiletto heels clicked against the wooden floor. Chords wrapped around her abdomen and as she shifted, so did the strapless top. Held up by a string wrapped around her neck, she smiled as her waves cradled her face. She stepped closer and looked at his skin, curious about the way he carried himself and anything that he had to offer. His stature was strong, that much she knew but she was unsure about anything he had about intellectual knowledge. Was this summon wasted?<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9999ff">"However, and I mean no ill-will My Lord, but are you versed well in the magics as well? As much as I'd appreciate a lovely guardian watching my every step, if I wish to take care of myself one day.. Well, you understand I'm sure.</span>" Terryn bowed her head out of respect and when she lifted again her eyes held honesty and care. Even if he did get testy or upset with her, she already had a plan. He was bound by a contract and although she didn't want to get tied up in the nitty gritty, she would do what she had to. She wanted to keep things as civil as possible, but an uncooperative servant - for lack of a better term - simply wouldn't do.