He had let Flora know that he wished to speak with her, but instead of the cool twilight of the Court of Stars he had requested to meet her at the Sugartide.
Even in Deppfrost he went barefoot across the sand and spray-wet wood of the docks, but in respect for the season a knitted sweater covered his chest: navy blue with silver sparkles picked out upon it, of course, to match the star-strewn black leather of his pants. Unusually, however, he did not wear one of his usual bands of metal and gemstone across his brow. Instead his hair fell in soft, unbound waves down his back, caught and pulled about by the winds coming off the Arclight.
He faced the elements with his usual stoic calm as clouds scudded across a sky that was more grey than blue, threatening a chilly shower in the near future. But as he came up alongside the Sugartide he hesitated, steps slowing until he drifted to a halt at the foot of the gangplank.
"Permission to come aboard?" His voice was steady, however, as he raised its low rumble to reach within the neat, trim little vessel.
Even in Deppfrost he went barefoot across the sand and spray-wet wood of the docks, but in respect for the season a knitted sweater covered his chest: navy blue with silver sparkles picked out upon it, of course, to match the star-strewn black leather of his pants. Unusually, however, he did not wear one of his usual bands of metal and gemstone across his brow. Instead his hair fell in soft, unbound waves down his back, caught and pulled about by the winds coming off the Arclight.
He faced the elements with his usual stoic calm as clouds scudded across a sky that was more grey than blue, threatening a chilly shower in the near future. But as he came up alongside the Sugartide he hesitated, steps slowing until he drifted to a halt at the foot of the gangplank.
"Permission to come aboard?" His voice was steady, however, as he raised its low rumble to reach within the neat, trim little vessel.
