CAIsiDE
Though they’d been annoying, and felt like an intrusion at first, Caiside found he was growing more comfortable with the little hands on him. It was almost soothing, in some strange way, to have so much contact with anything else. ”Tulmhainar...?” He repeated softly, trying to recall the name from anything else.
Being Rising quickly, and sparing a brief glance around, Caiside followed the trails of gold in the air, delighted to find that he could keep pace, could stride from tree to tree as if it were once again his domain. A giddy, delighted laugh threatened to escape him, his hand coming up while Caiside ran to cage his jubilation behind a palm. He’d already avoided capture, or worse, thus far, it would be stupid to invite now. the whole world trying to tame the spark, but I've got fire burning bright. |
Golden hands, unmade plans
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Blacksmith
Age: 43 | Height: 5'5" | Race: Attuned | Nationality: Outlander | Citizenship: Hollowed Grounds Level: 3 - Strg: 10 - Dext: 13 - Endr: 12 - Luck: 19 - Int:
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