A Fated Meeting - Damian

"She told you to put her down," Damian said venomously to the dwarven man.

Though he spoke to the guard, his rich, violet eyes were trained on the soft, pink form he was currently holding above the ground. So this was a tiefling? She looked nothing like what he had ever been told. Damian could see her fiery personality, but she wasn't at all scary. She didn't appear evil either. She wasn't any more dirty than the others around them. He wondered how anyone could possibly believe this creature was bad.

A moment after the words left his lips she turned to look towards where she had heard his voice, her silver hair slipping away from her face and revealing her to him.

She was... He wasn't sure. His mind struggled to gather a single word to describe her. Her crystalline eyes, though filled with fear and confusion, still put the sky's hues to shame. The way her horns curled above her ivory hair reminded him of the finest art, though he knew no artist could truly capture what he saw before him. Her slender tail, whipping around her ankles, appeared more playful than a kitten and ended in a flat, round tipped, and heart-like shape. He even imagined that it had a personality of its own. As he took in all of her features his mind finally found the word for her. The only word for her.

She was... perfect.

Their eyes met for a moment before Magnus stepped forward and obscured his view of the girl. As soon as he could no longer make out her form he could feel something deep in his gut telling him to look at her again. He needed to. He had to. He didn't want to miss a detail.

"Damian, we're leaving." His father said to him firmly. For once his mother seemed to be agreeing with him, attempting to usher him away from the entire situation with her outstretched arms. Damian, in a split second decision, shoved his way boldly passed both of them, taking the pair very off guard. Damian wasn't one to act out.

As he pushed through them he caught a glimpse of what appeared to be fire engulfing the dwarf. The guard yelped in pain, dropping the young tiefling onto the stone plaza in the process. Damian was in awe. He had heard of tieflings invoking the wrath of their ancestors, but until now he had considered it an exaggeration at best. The pink girl quickly scrambled to her feet and bolted away into the crowd, which rushed to get out of her way. Noone stopped her or made an effort to assist the guard, who was now only lightly simmering and frantically patting the embers out of his precious beard. It seemed that no one wanted to be directly involved.

Damian felt a wave of cool relief at seeing her escape from the man. He wasn't entirely sure why but he was glad she was, for the most part, unharmed though, an odd and more than small part of him wanted to charge after her. He was about to break into a sprint to follow her when he saw her stop at the mouth of an alley. She was hesitating.

She turned around, her icy eyes falling directly on him, locking his gaze with hers once again. It wasn't any longer than a few moments but Damian could feel the seconds drag along. His heart leaped from his body and his breath left his lungs. These next few seconds could never slow enough for him.

Her expression was pure puzzlement but he wasn't given time to consider why he had confused her. There was a rough tug on his right shoulder, which he was sure was Magnus behind him. Damian made the unconscious decision to ignore the jolt. He couldn't look away from her. He thought to call out to her, but he found that he had no words and even if he did his throat refused to utter a sound. Damian stood for what felt like eternity simply watching, speechless, as the rose tiefling turned again, fleeing down the alleyway and out of his sight.

His heart returned to him much heavier than when it had left his chest. As air filled his lung once again it felt much less crisp and clean. Something was telling him that he may never see her again. What if it was true?

What if he never saw her again? He hadn't gotten her name. His mind began to race, wondering what it could be but none that came to mind felt like hers. They weren't good enough.

What name could possibly do her justice?