Kaisel
It's not unexpected to see Charlie pop off, although he can confidently say he's never seen blood be used like confetti before. It's only mildly unnerving, like maybe all his jokes about cults and demons isn't so far off after all, but he's realized it after descending into the stage where he's got a glass of kool-aid already in hand. Speaks to the magnitude of a nice personality and a dragon.
He embraces it the best he can, trying to give this an honest shot, and steps back from the sudden swell of heat that emanates...well, everywhere. Sconces flicker like sets of eyes all blinking at once as a presence emerges from the press of heat like an exhale given form. No, he realizes quickly after glancing all around for the disembodied voice that slides through the room with all the effect of Oz. Dygra is here but not here, or possibly, always here, as he glances down at the red line on his hand as if she's already made herself at home inside him.
The brush of heat seems to intensify, but not in a way that causes him to retreat, as the attention swings upon him. "More interested in its future than its past," he asserts confidently, raising his head to speak to the...stone, yeah he settles on the stone. The lingering question offered to him gives him pause, 'brows furrowing. "I mean, I came to meet you. I don't really feel a strong connection with any of the gods." Even Frey, who he's quested with the most so far, he goes to for Flora more than himself, however right or wrong that is. Safrin had been his favorite so far, but alas, he doesn't think it's wise to test how burnt bridges hold up.
Maybe all the more reason to attune with Flora. Would certainly keep Mel from yelling at him again.
"Charlie's suggested I become an Ancient, but that's not a decision I'm making today," he informs the voice (lowercase v) steadily. "I'm not sure I appreciate blood the way you do." Not said with judgement, but careful consideration of what has proven appealing and not about not only this experience, but every one with Ancients thus far. "But, I'm still thinking about things."
He embraces it the best he can, trying to give this an honest shot, and steps back from the sudden swell of heat that emanates...well, everywhere. Sconces flicker like sets of eyes all blinking at once as a presence emerges from the press of heat like an exhale given form. No, he realizes quickly after glancing all around for the disembodied voice that slides through the room with all the effect of Oz. Dygra is here but not here, or possibly, always here, as he glances down at the red line on his hand as if she's already made herself at home inside him.
The brush of heat seems to intensify, but not in a way that causes him to retreat, as the attention swings upon him. "More interested in its future than its past," he asserts confidently, raising his head to speak to the...stone, yeah he settles on the stone. The lingering question offered to him gives him pause, 'brows furrowing. "I mean, I came to meet you. I don't really feel a strong connection with any of the gods." Even Frey, who he's quested with the most so far, he goes to for Flora more than himself, however right or wrong that is. Safrin had been his favorite so far, but alas, he doesn't think it's wise to test how burnt bridges hold up.
Maybe all the more reason to attune with Flora. Would certainly keep Mel from yelling at him again.
"Charlie's suggested I become an Ancient, but that's not a decision I'm making today," he informs the voice (lowercase v) steadily. "I'm not sure I appreciate blood the way you do." Not said with judgement, but careful consideration of what has proven appealing and not about not only this experience, but every one with Ancients thus far. "But, I'm still thinking about things."
Wanted me to fail out of spite, I didn't
All bark but they don't bite, they timid
All bark but they don't bite, they timid
Wearing a watery blue, faded and stretched-out sparkling hair tie on his left wrist
