[ eren, if not diligently, awkwardly folds a string of syringa blooms into a nearly completed wreath— not that he's particularly bad at it, he actually works quite well after learning how to weave the braids in his hair right between the in and out of his curving crystal blue horns— all four of them. concentration has his eyes fixed on his work, and without seeing who it is, he responds with only an extension of his forked tongue in the direction of the inquiring voice. not someone he usually talks to, or has met in the flesh— but he's from aefenglom. ]
I'm covered.
[ perhaps the only thing making this difficult are how large his hands are, extended by dangerous talons, of the same crystalline texture his horns have, that have never been bothered to be shortened. ]
ii!
I'm covered.
[ perhaps the only thing making this difficult are how large his hands are, extended by dangerous talons, of the same crystalline texture his horns have, that have never been bothered to be shortened. ]