Devil’s Companion - Five (I)
Ravenna did not shake off Ansel's hand, but instead dropped the last drop of the unclear liquid into the vessel and shook it again, her tone indifferent, "Continue to indulge in your delusions."
The youthful Hydral raised an eyebrow slightly. Although accustomed to this attitude, tolerance was not guaranteed.
He bent down, snatched the nutrient concoction from Ravenna's hand, and with a serene tone under her increasingly icy scrutiny, he said:
"So it is. I had thought to share with you… a grand and unparalleled vision."
"You never use such self-aggrandizing adjectives to describe your own ideas."
Ravenna's tone shifted slightly, "What is it this time, another poor jest, or —"
"Indeed, it is as I say."
Ansel lifted his head, his sea-blue eyes twinkling with a teasing light that Ravenna couldn't discern, "Only I could conceive of something so grand 'at this moment'."