Ignis approached his comrade with a glass swirling a dark liquor in hand. As he rotated his wrist, his head canted and he let out a questioning 'hm'. Obviously he would find the Royal Blood sitting on the RoyalThrone in a room that was probably equally Royal. Glacies strolled in next to Ignis, circling around him and jogging back and forth between the two. The white and black husky approached Noctis and nudged his hand,indicating a desire to be pet. "How are things with you and the girl? Rinoa?"
Sheathed digits enclosed into a fist and settled beneath his chin as a reminiscent of warm breath departed from cerise lines. All was quiescent—halcyon and placid until the pattering of footsteps brusquely shattered what was there. Analogous to a feather upon a raven’s wings, onyx lashes fluttered upwardly as calcite lids tightened, an indication that he was cognizant of the duo presences that lingered within the confines of the throne room. Feeling a brushing sensation of fur against his right manus, lashes ascended under the guidance of pallid lids, unveiling phosphorescent azure optics. Flickering twin pools in a longitudinal direction, they landed upon the husky in which was known by the moniker of Glacies. Acquiescently giving in to the pleading hues of the canine, bare digits sifted and grazed through the conflated sheen coat of albescent and obsidian, appeasing the pet’s desire until a masculine voice had caught his attention, thus affixing caerulean irises upon the spectacle of the strategist and responded in turn. “Rinoa and I are fine. Why do you ask?”
