She kept staring, that person had
something special, she could feel
that there was something about that
kid that made him special.
"My name’s Hestia."
She regreted saying her real name,
but it was too late to change it.
Staring. It was something the Ifrit was accustomed to,
particularly by those who aren’t humans. It didn’t take
much for people to sense there was something
different — wrong — about the creature. Iblis returned
her stare evenly, its fingers twitching at its side.
Hestia? Iblis narrowed its eyes contemplatively. Well,
in that case, it was perhaps a good thing the woman
hadn’t seemed to recognise the name 'Iblis’.
"A pleasure to meet you, Hestia.
Named in her honour, or am I in
the presence of a goddess?”