my, my, those eyes like fire, i'm a winged insect, you're a funeral pyre
come now, bite through these wires,
come now, bite through these wires,
It was a more common occurrence to see in his fellow Ancients – without the attuned bond to communicate, it was entirely based off of body language and locale that the butcher tended to figure out whether it was truly just an animal or a human beneath the exterior. “Oh, I see.” He hums softly, drifting closer to bend and help her, his knee popping with the movement though he seems to not notice. “Ah, no, I was simply passing through. I have never been here before.” He offers her easily, before his gaze is swept out at the same time that Lena’s is, for the tumsea that crests the water.
Having not seen one of those, either, Lena’s sheer excitement at seeing one is reflected in the butcher’s face as his smile widens, taking it in and the smile it sends their way. Hearing her murmur of it being a good omen for the day, the butcher has to incline his head to agree. “It must be.” He murmurs softly, before looking back to the task Lena is currently busy with, helping her carefully place the loam into her basket. “I am certainly having a good day, and It looks as though you were successful.” So perhaps it was just good luck.
Having not seen one of those, either, Lena’s sheer excitement at seeing one is reflected in the butcher’s face as his smile widens, taking it in and the smile it sends their way. Hearing her murmur of it being a good omen for the day, the butcher has to incline his head to agree. “It must be.” He murmurs softly, before looking back to the task Lena is currently busy with, helping her carefully place the loam into her basket. “I am certainly having a good day, and It looks as though you were successful.” So perhaps it was just good luck.
Astaroth
i'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired
