CIAN
the eye
Whereas Dorian meticulously fidgeted to focus his mind, the Eye needed no such distractions for his body. Silently sat as the Orator thought and spoke, the Eye's only movement was to nod almost imperceptibly as Dorian came to stand at his side.
"The last one...Phoebe...the herald has not raised her yet, as Finn suggested Frey might." Cian said dryly, moving her file to the bottom of the stack so that only the demi-god labels remained visible. "Who would you bet on then, ey? Amalia, raised by Vi himself? Ronin and Remi at opposite ends of the spectrum? Or the child of Mort himself?" Glancing up towards Dorian, the Eye pulled his gaze back toward the files before him, tapping on Amalia's in particular.
"This one, I think. This is where I would lay my chips."
"The last one...Phoebe...the herald has not raised her yet, as Finn suggested Frey might." Cian said dryly, moving her file to the bottom of the stack so that only the demi-god labels remained visible. "Who would you bet on then, ey? Amalia, raised by Vi himself? Ronin and Remi at opposite ends of the spectrum? Or the child of Mort himself?" Glancing up towards Dorian, the Eye pulled his gaze back toward the files before him, tapping on Amalia's in particular.
"This one, I think. This is where I would lay my chips."
