#dawnandtwilight

[sanctifiedatlast]

You've encountered dawnandtwilight.

You aren't sure who this is or why he's in Michael's house- Shoppe...Thing-- he's not dressed like a Batter, or a merchant-- or really anything recognizable. "... Hello--" you greet, your voice breaking with your incessant hesitation. "-- who are you?"

[thegodforsakenparson-blog]

dawnandtwilight

Grunts before rubbing his cheek against Dealer. You gon’ get affection today boy.

He huffed, though he allowed him to do so. A soft purr started in his throat, eyes closing halfway.

[thegodforsakenparson-blog]

gives many much smoochums--dawnandtwilight

"Ah--"Gingerly reaches up to wipe the soot off of Mathis' face.

[thegodforsakenparson-blog]

Melancholia

"mmh? What is it son?" the old king had been sitting out on the porch of the shop, staring blankly out at the surrounding buildings. He looked a bit listless, and didn’t seem to respond right away when he was spoken to, but once he realized Zacharie was there his blue eyes regained focus, staring up at his son expectantly.

"One of my friends came over a couple days ago-- he asked me if I could forge a sword for him, but, ah-- one moment, please--" He disappeared back into the shoppe, returning with the drawing Liam had done.  He held it out to Mathis. "He called it a rapier, I believe? I am unsure. I was thinking that you'd know how it should be made, as you were always rather savvy when it came to swords."

[thegodforsakenparson-blog]

dawnandtwilight

"No I mean the celebration of your birthday….The anniversary of your birth not the actual birth itself." —dawnandtwilight

"They have those?"

[thegodforsakenparson-blog]

"Son; I missed your birthday yesterday, so I made the effort to go get you this." the old king presented the Dealer with a very pretty broach to pin to his sweater. It was made of gold and precious gemstones, and shaped like a flower with the emblem of the holy Sun in the center of it "I hope you'll forgive me for my negligence." --dawnandtwilight

"My... Birthday?" he echoed rather lamely, curiously squinting down at the broach. It certainly was alluring, though he'd probably never wear it-- mostly since he didn't want it to be coveted by others. He'd pin it to one of his stuffed animals later, he supposed."How can you miss it? It was nine hundred and seventy-five years ago, I believe-- and I'm fairly certain you were present for it."

[thegodforsakenparson-blog]

"I need you to ah…take me back home. Well—Our old home I mean. Just for a little while…I need to…see something." he muttered, his brow furrowed slightly.

"... To see what? There's not much other than rotting buildings and flora and fauna." he answered, clicking his tongue as he tried to think of what his father could possibly need.

[thegodforsakenparson-blog]

Mathis takes Dealer's old masks, sets them down slightly a bit away, picks up the ones with the corrective lenses, puts them in Zacharie's hands "I'm giving them to you." he said firmly, and then walked away.-dawnandtwilight

"Father, I like my old one better."He stubbornly sets the new ones aside and grabs his original mask, scowling.