Poena Privus was not a place that Keelah enjoyed visiting, its tall dark walls seems cold and the rumor's which floated around the towns were less than welcoming to say the least. Still, it was something he could not avoid on the way to the old Shrine which he had started to frequent over the coming months. He saw no point in hunting for a dead man, so he often checked the shrines incase a body was discovered matching the description of his father. He thought the task to be quite dull at first, though over time he had come to enjoy the long walks... and the company of rather handsome shrine maidens. It was a crime such beauties were hidden away, a crime indeed. Bright eyes stared at the distant ruin, its shadow dark and daunting. Though he soon turned his attention away from it and towards his true destination. It was not long until he was at the gates, flowers in hand. Afterall, if one was to be such a constant burden he would rather have some sort of offering to present the lady in which he had no doubt caused trouble on numerous occasions. Asking others for help was something he never took pleasure in, however he had very little choice given his situation.
Luukria was one of the Exorcisma which was a pleasure to visit, some seemed to have personalities which were outshone by the corpses in which surrounded their homes. This girl was at least interesting and had caught his attention from the day they first met. There was a lot about her he still was yet to understand, in many ways they were strangers still despite their conversations and the prayers in which they said together. The boy was respectful of the dead and was somewhat well behaved when he came into their domain.. or at least more so than he was at the academy.
Instead of making his presence obvious, he decided to make a much more playful introduction. With a slight smirk he began to explore the grounds, bright eyes on the look out for a particular pink haired witch. His free hand ready to grab her waist and pull her close, fingers twitching anxiously. Talk of the dead was so... heavy, he might as well at least try and keep the mood light. What woman would not like to be swooped and presented with flowers, the girl might not be able to see but her sense of smell was as good as anyone's if not better. He often selected the flowers he brought with his eyes closed, his nose was more than capable of making the choice for him.
