Cian
they're whispering his name, through this disappearing land
'Only a few that you know of." The man pointed out, the fingers holding the cigarette pulsing in her direction for emphasis. Though without any real context to go on, or clues about the man's motives, it's hard to tell if he's just being facetious or if he's alluding to something.
As she lists off potential attributes, the man simply turns his gaze towards the sky. She might have been reciting the number of shoe-laces in Halo's inventory for all the interest it seems to hold. And yet even early on in this chess match of minds, all moves are important.
"A man with intent." He says after a moment, stringing the words together for her and letting his gaze fall back towards the sorceress. 'Well, then if we're boiling each other down, I suppose that makes you..." Despite the pause and the way his eyes softly trail up and down Zariah, the way he answers suggests he'd already made his mind up about her.
But how?
"..the ambitious."
As she lists off potential attributes, the man simply turns his gaze towards the sky. She might have been reciting the number of shoe-laces in Halo's inventory for all the interest it seems to hold. And yet even early on in this chess match of minds, all moves are important.
"A man with intent." He says after a moment, stringing the words together for her and letting his gaze fall back towards the sorceress. 'Well, then if we're boiling each other down, I suppose that makes you..." Despite the pause and the way his eyes softly trail up and down Zariah, the way he answers suggests he'd already made his mind up about her.
But how?
"..the ambitious."
but hidden in his coat
is a red right hand…
is a red right hand…
