Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
'Come—' It's as customary a greeting as one might expect from Cian. However, when the Spyglass enters, it won't be to see the Eye sitting at his desk. Instead, he's seated with his back to the door before a roaring fire. There is a glass containing a dark liquid that smells vaguely of cloves in one hand, as Cian taps his foot along with the music of his own mind.
"There is water, tea, and brandy on the cart." He adds belatedly, and it sounds almost as though there is a bit of a smile in his voice, but of course, his posture and the high-backed chair in which he sits precludes Finn from confirming this.
"There is water, tea, and brandy on the cart." He adds belatedly, and it sounds almost as though there is a bit of a smile in his voice, but of course, his posture and the high-backed chair in which he sits precludes Finn from confirming this.
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
