Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
Watching with rapt attention as Sera slips into work mode, the Eye keeps himself precisely where he was, drinking in her attention to detail and bird-like movements. The things she mumbles under her breath, half-said and nearly indecipherable, he knows are not for him. Still, you can bet that he's memorized them all just the same.
"I'm glad to hear it." He says warmly, accent stretching around the words. 'You know where to find me. Until then, should you require any supplies—or help—for your foray into the Greatwood, don't hesitate to take what you need."
Before things may or may not become something other than the utterly professional meeting at hand, there is a knock on the door. If the Eye looks frustrated at being interrupted, it is shown only in a flicker of tension around his eyes. "You'll have to excuse me." He tells Sera, his smile utterly apologetic.
~FIN
"I'm glad to hear it." He says warmly, accent stretching around the words. 'You know where to find me. Until then, should you require any supplies—or help—for your foray into the Greatwood, don't hesitate to take what you need."
Before things may or may not become something other than the utterly professional meeting at hand, there is a knock on the door. If the Eye looks frustrated at being interrupted, it is shown only in a flicker of tension around his eyes. "You'll have to excuse me." He tells Sera, his smile utterly apologetic.
~FIN
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
