CIAN
the eye
"Perhaps we'll find a blink hare for you, who has wandered into the city, eh?" Cian says to Sugar with a slight tip of his head. Whether this surprising twist to their meeting was meant to throw Ronin off his game, or if Cian's offer was genuine, the Star will never know.
Cian's movements seem nearly choreographed; not in their forethought, but in their perfection. Nothing is ever out of place, nothing is ever rushed. "Have you found your way to the Silk Houses yet?" Cian wonders as they round the stairs, leaving through the ornate entrance doors of the Tower. The day is crisp and bright, no threat of snow or the changing of seasons on the horizon quite yet.
Cian's movements seem nearly choreographed; not in their forethought, but in their perfection. Nothing is ever out of place, nothing is ever rushed. "Have you found your way to the Silk Houses yet?" Cian wonders as they round the stairs, leaving through the ornate entrance doors of the Tower. The day is crisp and bright, no threat of snow or the changing of seasons on the horizon quite yet.
