CIAN
the eye
Quite how he knows the things he does isn't to be revealed just now. Suffice it to say it is a large reason why he holds the position he does, why he's been given the title he has. Wearing his standard-issue trenchcoat, the Eye stands in the center of one of the Citadel's roadways, casual as anything. Like a boulder in a river, horses and merchants yield to his presence, winding around him instead of telling him to fuck off as they otherwise might have done. It's something in his stillness, in the icy depths of his pale denim stare, in how he's infinitely focused on the cigarette he holds between his fingers. All of it speaks of danger, of a man to be avoided. There is something riotous about Cian, a quietly brewing storm that if you're lucky, might just pass you by.
The Climb has been blocked off for...quite some time. An uninteresting and hostile place it has never been of much interest to the Order. But now with rumours of the reappearance of Tanau? Of a new demigoddess?
To say that Cian waits patiently for Finn would be a devastating misrepresentation of the Eye's stillness and neutral expression.
The Climb has been blocked off for...quite some time. An uninteresting and hostile place it has never been of much interest to the Order. But now with rumours of the reappearance of Tanau? Of a new demigoddess?
To say that Cian waits patiently for Finn would be a devastating misrepresentation of the Eye's stillness and neutral expression.
