Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
Though Cian raises his brow, it doesn't create a look of surprise. Instead, it is more like subtle appreciation as if Sera has just made a formidable move in a game of chess. Having poured his own drink, the Eye reaches out for the Artificer's glass as she returned from the doorway. Adding a healthy amount for her and handing it back, again the Eye lets his gaze settle upon Sera.
"You are the youngest member that the Order has had in years." He notes casually, opening his arm to gesture that they might both return to the couch. "And despite this, I would say you're easily one of the most accomplished." Her work was unparalleled, her dedication and mastery evident in everything she did.
Taking a seat on the couch and turning his body 3/4 that he might face her, an arm raised over the back of the couch, the Eye lets his compliment stew for a perhaps a moment longer than is comfortable. "Tell me Seraphina, having accomplished so much already...where do you see yourself down the road?"
"You are the youngest member that the Order has had in years." He notes casually, opening his arm to gesture that they might both return to the couch. "And despite this, I would say you're easily one of the most accomplished." Her work was unparalleled, her dedication and mastery evident in everything she did.
Taking a seat on the couch and turning his body 3/4 that he might face her, an arm raised over the back of the couch, the Eye lets his compliment stew for a perhaps a moment longer than is comfortable. "Tell me Seraphina, having accomplished so much already...where do you see yourself down the road?"
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
