“You can’t just hide in there.” Karas reiterated the thoughts Talon had been shouting for days at the office door that had remained sealed since Frost returned. “At least let me see him.”
“Lord Frost needs rest.” Presia let her voice permeate through the dark monolith of the office door. “You can tell Talon he can wait.”
“I wish you would at least tell me what happened.” Karas walked away stroking his horns frustrated and headed for Talon’s office. The door was already open and he found the Circles head scribbling something angrily. “She still wont open the door.”
“I heard.” Talon looked up irritated. “Must you state the obvious?”
“Well, I’m off then.” Karas shrugged. “I have other work to do. I’m not going to watch a door all day.”
“You’ll do as I say.” Talon laughed arrogantly. He immensely enjoyed the power he held over Karas, particularly because he knew how much it irritated him. “But for now, you can be off, I’m expecting a guest so I wont be going anywhere.”
Karas took one last look up at the locked door of Frost’s office before he stepped out into the crisp air of Drifa. It had taken years to get accustomed to wandering freely among humans, but he was familiar enough now that it felt like home. A few of the townsfolk waved a greeting and he returned the wave with two of his four hands. Their giggles made him smile. He was not as capable of blending in as some of the other demons of his stature. As if the extra set of arms was not enough to set him apart, he had a set of black horns similar to those of a ram. Still he had a boyish charm to him, and features that could have made him frightening lent well to his well toned form and wide smile. He seemed to have a popular sway among the people in Drifa, though admittedly not as much as Frost or Talon. None of which bothered him. There was only one person in Drifa who he wanted to impress and he had been trying for centuries.
Karas crossed his second set of arms in front of him as he often did to keep them out of the way and headed on his merry way. He needed a break from worrying over Frost and couldn’t think of a better way then to catch up with his crush. He wandered his way through the cozy town of Drifa until he found himself at the door for the little clothing store where his little secret worked.
When he arrived, he paused a moment just to look at her. Her sweet face framed in brown curls and the deep brown eyes that forever had him compromising. She was as always nearly prudishly buttoned up. Long skirt, high socks and a turtle neck today. As adorably modest as she was it couldn’t hide her figure and Karas knew she would look just as lovely out of her clothes as she did in them. Still he didn’t mind the wait. Part of him was glad for it. As human as she looked he imagined she thought of him as anything but attractive. So he told himself he would win her heart the hard way and had spent hundreds of years showing her who he was instead of what.
Thalia saw him grinning and rolled her eyes before going about her business of hanging clothes back on a rack. She knew he would be in a moment later so she may as well finish up. Karas was just a part of the normal routine now. No use fighting it.
“You busy?” Karas tapped her shoulder playfully.
“Well. I am at work.” Thalia smiled at him. Despite the first impression Karas had turned into something of a friend over the years. “You should go away now.”
“That is no way to talk to a customer miss.” Karas pulled a skirt off a nearby rack. “You have this in my size?”
“Would you get out!” Thalia grabbed the skirt and started to nudge him toward the door. “Pick me up after work. You can be my shortcut up north.”
“Deal.” Karas left satisfied that at least he could spend a little time with her later. He enjoyed any time with her at all. Since the very first time she slapped him.