solar flare

He liked this one. He liked her fight. Were he not intent to take her apart piece by piece, he might consider letting her go. Occasionally a human surprised him, curious that it was her, a shame that she would not live to her full potential. A shame indeed. 

At her words he let out a snort of laughter that eventually blossomed into a belly laugh. She was right of course, he was many things to many people and all of them were undesirable at best. He paced around several feet, willing his spasms of laughter to recede so that they might get back to the matter at hand. Just as his voice trailed off so did he into shadow, manipulating the light to his advantage until he spoke again. 

This time it was inches from her face, appearing as if from nowhere, his hands shooting out to braze on the rickety arms. He leaned towards her, his true form materializing before her before reverting to his palatable high elvhen form. 

You know, he started Were you not about to serve such a grand purpose, I might offer you another choice. He gently pinched her chin encouraging her eyes to meet his, before he pushed away, standing straight and imposing. Your mother hates you. he said bluntly, clasping his behind his back. But I think, he mused as he started pacing. Yours is the blood she can't have on her hands. She would come if she wanted to reconcile her tattered pride.