[@Mivuli]

Solenne raised a curious eyebrow at the response he was given. Admittedly he found it slightly amusing at the look of disbelief she had given in response to his answer. The ‘curse’ of looking around mid-twenties stuck again. He looked his soulmate over, already had he shared so much of himself with this girl he had hardly known, and yet he felt calm. She herself had said that she didn’t know much of the world; yet he sat as history embodied. A man that had seen empires rise and fall around him. And she hadn’t been scared of it. Merely curious with questions. The first one came simply about his time at war.

“I learnt very hard how to keep myself restrained” he nodded simply “though the one time I lost control was what Caesar considered my greatest battle and what caused me to become a general” he sighed gently, looking at his gloved hands. He remembered the bloodshed he had caused in the name of Rome. He gave the gentlest of shudders and continued answering her questions “I will teach you as much as there is to know” he smiled politely before she began to speak once more. 

Solenne found himself watching her, less focused on what she was saying and more watching how she reacted. The simple movements of her shaking her head, as if in disbelief. He smiled gently, taking in her stunning appearance. She was stunning, he wasn’t sure if that was his own tastes coming through…the mark on his wrist burning gently…or something else. Suddenly the other obvious question came up. The whole age question. Solenne sighed gently “I honestly don’t know” he frowned a little “I was always a foreigner where ever I was that wasn’t this white” he pointed at his skin “I figure I’m some kind of English race” he shrugged “but my earliest memories are of Sparta if that helps” he gave an almost awkward laugh “sorry…this must be a lot to take in…” once again massaging the back of his neck he looked up at her “but what of you? We’ve only been discussing me…and that’s not really fair” he smiled “I’d like to know about you.”