'Cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done
"So you have said," Fox says, his words edged with a smile. Gods know that in the right mood the hunter would probably find such a room very useful, but he can't deny that he'd laughed at the idea when Kiada had first presented the decision. But given how well the Grounds has been doing lately - bonfire, portal, barrier against the void for the Inner Quarter - who is he to say that a rage room isn't an adequate addition?
Still, he's caught on to the real subject of conversation - the smolder blooms - and raises his eyebrows as they duck through the stony passageways and into Frey's Breath. "You know I trust your judgement, so if that's what you want, it's what we'll get. If you see any while we're up here, though, point them out."
Closing his eyes for a second as they're engulfed by the heat and the humid air, it still takes Fox by surprise, how much he can enjoy something as simple as a change in temperature. It's true that Longheat in the Grounds is hardly cold, but up here in The Climb, the fire that coats his bones is second to none. "So you said we are looking for a lily?" he asks belatedly. It isn't what he's usually asked to hunt, but he'll accept it.
Still, he's caught on to the real subject of conversation - the smolder blooms - and raises his eyebrows as they duck through the stony passageways and into Frey's Breath. "You know I trust your judgement, so if that's what you want, it's what we'll get. If you see any while we're up here, though, point them out."
Closing his eyes for a second as they're engulfed by the heat and the humid air, it still takes Fox by surprise, how much he can enjoy something as simple as a change in temperature. It's true that Longheat in the Grounds is hardly cold, but up here in The Climb, the fire that coats his bones is second to none. "So you said we are looking for a lily?" he asks belatedly. It isn't what he's usually asked to hunt, but he'll accept it.
FOX
I need to be youthfully felt, 'cause God I never felt young
totally sniped from odd ilu
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
