take it straight to the vein, do what you're afraid to
He’s inclined to agree, despite having been in Halo a handful of times, when Noah’s next set of words reach him. And perhaps his pause is due to the surprise that maybe Vi’s demigod doesn’t spy him as an enemy as much as he’d originally thought. Or perhaps the war and the results from it have settled whatever grievances had grown between them leading up to it. After all, if he was considered Noah’s enemy, why mention a child.
Though, even if he is considered an enemy still, at least he doesn’t seem the type to go and steal children. That’s some semblance of solace. “Congratulations.” He offers, plucking a different piece of glass from the shelf to inspect after he’d set the other one back. Eventually, though, his gaze lifts from it to look at Noah more properly, letting some of the anxiety settle in his stomach as he exhales a soft sigh, trying to start this interaction over. “I’d believe it.” He comments idly about the rumor of the glassworker.
As for the refuge, he shrugs a shoulder and places the glassware back before something else captures his attention – one that’s more like a pitcher, the similar hued tendrils racing up the edges of it, but within it sports a set of antlers and arrows, likely one for visitors from other lands, given Torchline hadn’t really been known for its hunting sport. (Now fishing? That was its bread and butter.)
“It’s good. Quieter these days as everyone’s gone back home. Some have chosen to stay, though.” After having nothing else to go back to. Himself included – remaining while the majority of people that had remained, returned back to their homes, wishing to have their magic and abilities back. He can’t blame them. "Deimos allowed me to post a notice in Halo about a party Frey and I intend to host there toward the middle of Deepfrost. You're welcome to attend." He offers quietly, unsure why he included the whole Deimos allowed me part, but given that Noah was important within Halo, perhaps getting the explanation out before hand instead of answering the follow up questions after would help.
Though, even if he is considered an enemy still, at least he doesn’t seem the type to go and steal children. That’s some semblance of solace. “Congratulations.” He offers, plucking a different piece of glass from the shelf to inspect after he’d set the other one back. Eventually, though, his gaze lifts from it to look at Noah more properly, letting some of the anxiety settle in his stomach as he exhales a soft sigh, trying to start this interaction over. “I’d believe it.” He comments idly about the rumor of the glassworker.
As for the refuge, he shrugs a shoulder and places the glassware back before something else captures his attention – one that’s more like a pitcher, the similar hued tendrils racing up the edges of it, but within it sports a set of antlers and arrows, likely one for visitors from other lands, given Torchline hadn’t really been known for its hunting sport. (Now fishing? That was its bread and butter.)
“It’s good. Quieter these days as everyone’s gone back home. Some have chosen to stay, though.” After having nothing else to go back to. Himself included – remaining while the majority of people that had remained, returned back to their homes, wishing to have their magic and abilities back. He can’t blame them. "Deimos allowed me to post a notice in Halo about a party Frey and I intend to host there toward the middle of Deepfrost. You're welcome to attend." He offers quietly, unsure why he included the whole Deimos allowed me part, but given that Noah was important within Halo, perhaps getting the explanation out before hand instead of answering the follow up questions after would help.
the flood
don't show them your pain, show them who it made you
totally sniped from odd ilu
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
