Cian
On a gathering storm comes
A tall handsome man
A tall handsome man
'Take all the time you wish.' Cian replies with easy charm, extending an arm out for her to link hers through if she chooses. Listening as if Amalia was explaining the weather to him or something else equally unimportant, the Eye just chuckles warmly as she finishes a speech that sounds very much as though it had rattled around in her mind once or twice. "Think nothing of it." His smile is dismissive of any guilt or upset she might still feel, and the way he shrugs his shoulders seems to indicate that he's very much over their previously turbulent interactions.
'What was the second thing?' Cian wants to know, pushing open the doors of the Tower that the pair might step out into the fresh Flowerbirth air. The area outside the Tower is like a humming organism; some parts move slowly with purpose, others race about, and others still are strange superfluous hangovers from previous times when their services were needed (the juggler on the corner, for instance).
Silently Cian leads them toward the center of town, the Silk Houses if Amalia is paying attention.
'What was the second thing?' Cian wants to know, pushing open the doors of the Tower that the pair might step out into the fresh Flowerbirth air. The area outside the Tower is like a humming organism; some parts move slowly with purpose, others race about, and others still are strange superfluous hangovers from previous times when their services were needed (the juggler on the corner, for instance).
Silently Cian leads them toward the center of town, the Silk Houses if Amalia is paying attention.
In a dusty black coat with
A red right hand
A red right hand
