FOX
"Work on my flexibility?" Fox asks with a small widening of his eyes. "That sounds painful." And fun, in the right hands - which he's sure Kiada definitely possesses. But still. Anyway. Ashes and stuff.
"And thank you," he fires back, exchanging pouch for spoon and leaning down to start scooping some of the fine sediment into its leathery container. "You know, I never really thought to check," he admits. "But two pouches is quite a lot of ash, I think. If they need any more I suppose someone will just need to make a second trip."
Maybe they could be that someone again, he thinks. He's got no intention of moving out of the Grounds, but hey, Torchline could be a good vacation spot. Filling up his pouch to the brim and drawing the string tightly around it, he smiles to Kiada. "All done, you?"
"And thank you," he fires back, exchanging pouch for spoon and leaning down to start scooping some of the fine sediment into its leathery container. "You know, I never really thought to check," he admits. "But two pouches is quite a lot of ash, I think. If they need any more I suppose someone will just need to make a second trip."
Maybe they could be that someone again, he thinks. He's got no intention of moving out of the Grounds, but hey, Torchline could be a good vacation spot. Filling up his pouch to the brim and drawing the string tightly around it, he smiles to Kiada. "All done, you?"
astra inclinant, sed non obligant
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
