11-03-2017, 04:59 PM
The dappled sunlight is a comfort to him in the heart of winter. Although his stomach churns with an inner heat, he can’t help the occasional shiver that cartwheels down the length of his spine when a bitter wind presses against his skin. With a frigid gale present, Castile opts to keep his wings feathered, preferring the insulation they provide to the leather dragon wings that he most often frequents.
While in solitude, Castile lets his mind unravel and wander to greater heights than he can reach. Ciri crosses his mind, as does Amet, Ivar, and Isobell. Mother, father, too. Each of them have their own responsibilities and lives while Castile aimlessly floats on the outskirts with no obligations to tether him down. Oftentimes he wonders if despair should be shadowing him, but the idea quickly flickers away as he considers all that he has and all that he could have, should he ever want it. With a resigning shrug, he blinks and pulls himself sluggishly from his daze in time to see the girl nearly bump into him.
Rarely unkind, he offers an amiable, boyish grin just as his mismatched eyes meet hers. The bright blue catches him off guard – he is accustomed to golds and pewters that he has almost forgotten any other color – but it doesn’t at all rattle his smile. ”Castile,” his head tilts subtly to one side as he desperately gropes for conversation, ”it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Cheesy, he muses, but it’s something to push away the looming quiet. The softness of her voice lures his interest, hooking him, but he is already close enough. He can nearly feel her body heat fan across him. ”What brings you to the river, Solace?” The taste of her name is honey, delectable and addictive.
While in solitude, Castile lets his mind unravel and wander to greater heights than he can reach. Ciri crosses his mind, as does Amet, Ivar, and Isobell. Mother, father, too. Each of them have their own responsibilities and lives while Castile aimlessly floats on the outskirts with no obligations to tether him down. Oftentimes he wonders if despair should be shadowing him, but the idea quickly flickers away as he considers all that he has and all that he could have, should he ever want it. With a resigning shrug, he blinks and pulls himself sluggishly from his daze in time to see the girl nearly bump into him.
Rarely unkind, he offers an amiable, boyish grin just as his mismatched eyes meet hers. The bright blue catches him off guard – he is accustomed to golds and pewters that he has almost forgotten any other color – but it doesn’t at all rattle his smile. ”Castile,” his head tilts subtly to one side as he desperately gropes for conversation, ”it’s a pleasure to meet you.” Cheesy, he muses, but it’s something to push away the looming quiet. The softness of her voice lures his interest, hooking him, but he is already close enough. He can nearly feel her body heat fan across him. ”What brings you to the river, Solace?” The taste of her name is honey, delectable and addictive.