Where secrets lie in the border fires

CIAN

the eye

Dorian is all easy amusement, filling the silence like birdsong as he casually sits himself down. The picture of elegance and ease is in stark contrast to the stiff way Cian sits, and how only his eyes have seemed to move since his counterpart has arrived. He draws in deep breaths, waiting for Dorian to stop endlessly chirping. It is not a trait they have in common but it is one that the Eye normally bears well.

Not so today.

Licking his lips, Cian leans forward, his piercing blue eyes upon the Orator. "There has been a development. From the Climb." He says, words measured, tone neutral, denim-stare hard and unyeilding.

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