// seven, six, five, four, three, two, one //
“Perhaps both, then.” The Butcher smirks with a roguish twitch of his too sharp smile. If she wasn’t likely to notice them missing, then why not go and snag what they could and then hear about whether or not she intended to get rid of any. It sounded like a good enough plan for the taller Ancient and he gladly files it away in his mind to think about later.
Because his attention is captivated by Thalassa’s quest and what she might do for Dygra to get that volcanic lightning magic. Her confirmation and grin only boost him further as Sicarius curls back up around his neck, watchful and waiting. “Ahh, that makes sense. Have you seen the lightning in the Climb before?” He asks, guiding her through the alleyway toward the wilderness and through the reaches of snow that grow a little thicker the further from the bonfire they get. “I used to spend some of my nights camping out just to watch the storms roll through.”
Because his attention is captivated by Thalassa’s quest and what she might do for Dygra to get that volcanic lightning magic. Her confirmation and grin only boost him further as Sicarius curls back up around his neck, watchful and waiting. “Ahh, that makes sense. Have you seen the lightning in the Climb before?” He asks, guiding her through the alleyway toward the wilderness and through the reaches of snow that grow a little thicker the further from the bonfire they get. “I used to spend some of my nights camping out just to watch the storms roll through.”
Astaroth
// everybody's got a name, everybody's got a number //
