Rhun Tolihzeh
Cho-Cho Twain
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A Secret Missive ☥ I Am A Drow ☥ My Voice ☥ Home Base: 1110 Etoile District ☥ My Occupation: Potions Cashier
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The cold was playing hell on him, particularly his joints, but it felt so good to finally be outside. The air stung his lungs yet it was so easy to breathe it! Unlike Ay he was quite used to a colder climate, well not this cold, but caverns were always cool and damp places. Thus he was not nearly so bundled as his friend. He wore only a long sleeve shirt, a long heavy jacket, thick boots (combat boots, was what he recalled them being called), a pair of very dark smoked glasses, and a pair of green sweat pants that mostly definitely belonged to Ceres. They were a bit older so they sort of fit him, but the curves were all wrong for him. He had only recently been introduced to athleisureware, and while he mostly did not care for it on himself, he had to admit the thick knit pants were surprisingly warm and comfortable. Perhaps he would have to get a pair for himself once he knew they were financially secure. ”It is nice to be out once more. I was starting to get a bit stir crazy back home, though I know I was kept in for good reason. For someone who spent his entire life in underground cavern systems, one would expect me to be able to handle feeling cooped up better than I did.” The big difference there was that the central chamber of the cavern was gigantic and he often traveled the tunnels to survey the city’s borders and eliminate threats. He knew those passages better than most scouts. The second Ayluin tripped, Drizyrr had his hand on the young elf’s shoulder and helped pull him back up to his feet. ”Careful now, you’ll dispel the myth that elves have supernatural grace,” he chided his friend. Though soon after he was posed a question and he had to think long and hard about the answer, five hundred ninety-three years was a lot of memory to cover. ”The warmest part of the day is only a bit cooler than my original environment, and I think I may have been on the surface a few times in weather like this, but no, seasons are still new to me. I’ve only experienced three of the four seasons so far, but I hear the next one is the coldest but also, potentially, the most serene.” It didn’t even cross his mind that most would find it surprising he had never experienced seasons before, but that was just how life was in a cave.
He quipped a tiny mischievous smile, ”race you to the top of that tree,” he said, pointing to a solid oak a good fifty paces in front of them. Without waiting for a reply, he bounded off, his joints pissed at him for the sudden increase in activity, but it felt like it had been centuries since he had let loose and exerted himself for fun. Not that a quick dash and practically springing from branch to branch should have counted as exerting himself, but he was disappointed to note that by the time he got to the top, he was a touch winded. ”Damn I’m losing my edge.” Before he could ruminate on it further, something caught his eye. ”Ceres?” Near the edge of his vision he could see her talking with a stranger. From this distance he could not make out her body language or his demeanor, but there were no obvious signs of threat that he could tell. Still, the hunter’s instinct in him swelled and his eyes remained trained on the two, muscles tensed so that he could spring into action at a millisecond’s notice.
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Comrades: Ayluin, Ceres (in the distance) ☥ My Status: Engaged to Ceres Calisto ☥ Demeanor: Joyous - Focused predator ☥ Pain: ⚕︎⚕︎ ☥ Obviously Obsessed with Ceres:
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Comrades: Ayluin, Ceres (in the distance) ☥ My Status: Engaged to Ceres Calisto ☥ Demeanor: Joyous - Focused predator ☥ Pain: ⚕︎⚕︎ ☥ Obviously Obsessed with Ceres:
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