Reap What You Sow

“Freedom is not worth having if it does not include the freedom to make mistakes.” A famous quote among humans, less so among demons. Nami thought about this as she watched the scene unfold from just outside the manor itself, looking at the reception area as this masked man grasped her underling by the throat and raised him into the air. The black haired demon didn't even flinch; eyes simply following the man as he entered the garden not so far away. The garden itself was coated in a green overtone, rivers of water surrounded by a forest of trees, the manor itself situated atop of the edge of the mountain itself. Nami had spent many of her days here a the home, probably more than she had with her family in the Demon Capital. Silence and nature were the key factors in this, an area in which silence would prevail and her thoughts would becoming the focus of her meditation.

As he entered the garden, Nami simply stood leaning up against a wall, he had seemingly not seen the black haired demon as she walked past. Nami tilted her head curiously, wondering how someone like him was here. He didn't seem helpless in the slightest, but many whom tried to traverse the mountain to see her were exhausted by the end of it. He was different. So she followed suit, as Rodolfo entered the gardens of luscious green, Nami walked in a few moments later. Running her hand through the green plants and onto the water, she would sit herself atop of a small fountain, large enough that if she fell backs she would be fully submerged. "What do you want?" This was all she spoke, golden eyes scanning her body before finally landing up to the holes in his mask, assuming this was where his eyes were placed.

It was curious that someone whom was clearly not of demonic purpose would visit her. Raising her glove covered right hand to her lips, she would softly pull down and continue staring at him as if he was an exquisite painting on display. For most people, interacting with Nami would prove to be a difficult task, but how would Rodolfo fair? Only time would tell.

With a deadpan expression, Nami placed her right leg atop of her left thigh, her black skirt pushed down between her thighs, covering any undesirable locations from being seen. "Ma'am, we need to treat this guy!" A voice echoed out from the opposite room, followed by a scream of pain. With a click of her fingers, Nami silenced both the request and man in pain. Within moments the injured man was taken away, windpipe just about crushed from this man picking her up. "Rude." Her golden eyes continued to look at his mask, deadpan expression now turning to a frown. She did not look kindly upon someone injuring her allies or underlings, perhaps Rodolfo would have to make up for it in some other way.

Did he seriously have such low patience? Annoying, Nami thought. Whilst her level of patience wasn't great, to see someone like a queen usually took time - something he'd need to understand if he was going to get along with the black haired Vicara queen.