Enzo
It’s no surprise she has met Sunjata. Gods, Enzo needs to get out more. Lovely as Torchline’s towns are, maybe he needs his own sailor to show him the sights around the rest of Caido. “Dad hates most anything bipedal and capable of speech,” he waves away flippantly, humor in the corner of his lips. Seaglass eyes too sharp around the corners to befit their namesake flick from Flora’s pout to the server in the corner and away. If he couldn’t nut up, he wasn’t worth Enzo’s time. “Action is our name, but not all of us have fun toys and a direct line to spirits when we get in over our heads,” he teases, elbow propping on the bar and hand dropping backwards to curl her hair idly around his knuckles.
“In the last letter I got she said she had moved back to the spa. I assume she’ll be staying there.” Though why she would is beyond him. Ice and snow eternally? Yuck.
“In the last letter I got she said she had moved back to the spa. I assume she’ll be staying there.” Though why she would is beyond him. Ice and snow eternally? Yuck.
he's got all the boys pulling daisies
but he'll leave you pushing them
but he'll leave you pushing them
