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A young Asian meets a Caucasian daddy at a restaurant.
She frowned, suddenly intrigued. "What do you mean by that?"
"Ah, she's an argwolf." He said impassively.
Dettella blinked, taking a moment to digest his words. "You mean an argwolf as in, the argwolf just off the road a few miles up?"
The man looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "Yeah, I guess so. Why?"
She couldn't hold back the smile that crept onto her face, and out of the corner of her eye she saw Darrel's eyes flash in amusement. She ignored him, barely keeping herself from bombarding the man with questions. "Would you let me see her? Let me speak to her?"
In an instant, the man in front of her seemed to change. The changes were subtle, but it was as if he was an entirely different person. Darrel seemed as taken aback by it as she was, as he openly expressed the first emotion she'd seen from him. Shock.
The man now didn't seem like a man, but more like a boy. His eyes weren't as sharp, predatory, now they seemed innocent and a bit lost. His shoulders slumped forward slightly, and his back wasn't as straight. The tension left his muscles, and he shuffled a little closer to the corner. His eyes moved away from hers, and he brushed the brown locks back from his forehead and started rubbing the back of his head as he replied.
"Um, yeah sure. I-If you want to. I don't really mind." He said, his cheeks stained with a pinkish-red tinge.
"It would be an honor if I could meet such a magnificent beast." Dettella said, her smile broadening. "Oh, I did not get your name."
"Huh? O-Oh, uh my name's Samson, but most just call me Sam. Er... Samson Wallace is my full name." Sam stammered.
"It is a pleasure to meet you Lord Samson. I am Dettella Reyall, Princess of Crestell." She replied formally, holding out a hand to him. Too late, she realized that she wasn't wearing her gloves.
He took her hand hesitantly. Dettella froze, a gasp escaping her lips. As soon as her skin touched his, she caught her first glimpse of what infinity must look like. Inside this Samson was the most immense pool of magic she'd ever seen. The endless spirals of coruscant gold and silver threatened to suck her in, enveloping her in the impossibly intricate patterns. Then, it was gone. The calloused hand pulled from hers.
Sam looked surprised. "Wow," he said, "you're the strongest mage I've met so far."
Dettella couldn't form words, couldn't do anything but stare at the man in front of her. 'This man could be the most powerful mage in the realm, and I have never even heard of him. I doubt even Tenall, with her stolen magic, could compare to what I just saw.' She thought, her amazement getting the best of her. 'And on top of that, it's a man at such a level. Amazing.'
"What is it?" Yalene asked, looking back and forth between them with worry etched over her features.
"We seem to have picked up a very strange man." Darrel said simply.
Sam watched Dettella, her mouth slightly open as she stared at him with what he thought was awe. 'S-Samson, you said you've heard of her?' He asked, marveling at how green her eyes were. Such a rich emerald color. And her hair, such a perfect golden blonde.
'Yes, and that is definitely her. Not easy to impersonate a princess, especially one with that much magic.' Replied Samson, his voice tainted with anxiety. 'We need to get away as quick as possible. She'll kill us if she finds out I'm Straldan.'
'A princess... A real life princess.' Sam was so enthralled that he didn't hear what the other two passengers said.
'Sam snap out of it!' Samson sounded panicked now. 'Dammit, we'd be better off in elven hands!'
'What are you so worried about. I'm not even from this world, and our accents are totally different. She won't think I'm Straldan.' Sam said.
Samson muttered something but seemed to settle down. Finally, the princess seemed to regain her wits.
"Well, that was... astonishing." She said, giving her head a small shake to clear it. "Would you mind telling me where you hail from?"
Sam was quick to answer, "O-Oregon."