Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
'A bit of whiskey it is.' Cian chimes with a nod. Pouring two healthy doses into glasses that have been hand-blown and designed to fit perfectly into the palm of a hand, the Eye turns and offers the Artificer her drink before sitting down at her side.
Folding one leg comfortably over another, Cian stretches out an arm over the back of the couch, giving Sera the entirety of his attention. Humming an inquisitive note as she begins, the Eye raises his glass to his lips seeming not at all bothered by the contents of Sera's worries. "No of course you can't." He replies warmly, lowering his drink into his lap. "He's been sent away on a rather...secret assignment."
Folding one leg comfortably over another, Cian stretches out an arm over the back of the couch, giving Sera the entirety of his attention. Humming an inquisitive note as she begins, the Eye raises his glass to his lips seeming not at all bothered by the contents of Sera's worries. "No of course you can't." He replies warmly, lowering his drink into his lap. "He's been sent away on a rather...secret assignment."
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
