He had his reasons for coming to Stormbreak. Many of them, in fact. But among them was genuine concern over his friends who lived there, and a desire to see that they were safe and well after the violent events of LongNight.
That Flora might be somewhere in the city was a thought that he buried deep, along with the deep, slow weight of his emotions that were twisted around it in a riptide that left no hint of their strength on the surface of his mind or expression.
Instead he sat in the heart of the city in the clouds, wearing a seafoam green wrap shirt with its broad, loose sleeves and black leather trousers that hid his gold-tattooed scars from view. He had even worn boots today to better blend in with the local populace, though metallic steel hair pulled back into a loosely styled tail and his imposing height were not so easy to hide.
The outdoor cafe that he had chosen to meetLena at was new to him, and as he waited for the Caretaker's arrival - requested by letter a few days prior - he sipped a warming cup of tea and watched those going about their usual business with quiet curiosity, seeking some hint of purple mischief in their errands.
That Flora might be somewhere in the city was a thought that he buried deep, along with the deep, slow weight of his emotions that were twisted around it in a riptide that left no hint of their strength on the surface of his mind or expression.
Instead he sat in the heart of the city in the clouds, wearing a seafoam green wrap shirt with its broad, loose sleeves and black leather trousers that hid his gold-tattooed scars from view. He had even worn boots today to better blend in with the local populace, though metallic steel hair pulled back into a loosely styled tail and his imposing height were not so easy to hide.
The outdoor cafe that he had chosen to meet
