CIAN
the eye
Reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette rolled in dark and sweetly-scented paper, the Eye glances toward the Spyglass with a brow raised and the case outstretched. Regardless of the other man's decision to partake or abstain, Cian will light the end of his (and Finn's, had he taken one), with a slow and ritualistic sort of decadence.
"I will bear that in mind. I only thought of October, given how much of what we might offer Sunjata has to do with having a child." Cian shrugs. "But you're quite correct that the mind is Falke's area of expertise."
Taking a long and slow pull from the cigarette, Cian lets his head tilt back slightly as the fragrant smoke escapes his lips. "Is there anything else you'd like to draw my attention to before I read your report?"
"I will bear that in mind. I only thought of October, given how much of what we might offer Sunjata has to do with having a child." Cian shrugs. "But you're quite correct that the mind is Falke's area of expertise."
Taking a long and slow pull from the cigarette, Cian lets his head tilt back slightly as the fragrant smoke escapes his lips. "Is there anything else you'd like to draw my attention to before I read your report?"
