09-06-2026, 05:40 PM
WEIR
After his itch had been properly scratched, and his skin allowed to ripple in pleasure afterwards, those that gathered once again took his full attention. Well, they took his full attention as best as anything could manage to do. Soft amber eyes returned once more to their intense and inquisitive stare, such a look that holds, perhaps, the faintest glimmer of intelligence that has no place within a creature so otherwise simple.
Especially now that the conglomerate had added a burst of bone and stars to the mixture.
“Oh, well that's terribly convenient,” Weir decided, addressing the self-professed keeper of the flame as though this were an entirely reasonable system of governance. “Cuts down tremendously on paperwork.”
Then, as he is wont to do, Weir finds his focus tugged immediately back to something more unusual and fascinating.
“Well I do say miss,” the roan finds himself speaking again before he has taken a moment to properly categorize what, or rather, who he is looking at. You see, it is not every day that you come across such a creature made of cosmos and - well, of bone and not much more to speak of tangibly. He wants to ask her how she is speaking, and yet he doesn’t; Beqanna has always been a peculiar place.
”Fascinating,” he finally breathes, a flick of his ear and inquisitive narrowing of his joyful amber eyes. ”Such a brilliant display of nebula, what a likeness, how did you ever manage to recreate it?”
A cataclysm of potential spirals to a halt with the unmistakable sound of flesh pulled from bone, how ironic given current company. Eyes sliding towards the unappealing feast and sleek musculature of panther prowess. “Iliana, yes, much better,” he nods, warmly blinking his acceptance. “I’ll make note of your sacrificial expertise, though I quite agree, one ought not sacrifice another’s supper. Terribly poor manners.”
With that thought he muses, carefully considering the remnants of flame as frost begins to feather and creep towards the flickering brilliance, and the notable presence of mist unfurls along his breath.
WINTER IS COMING