lunar-mage-mare replied to your post: he hasn’t killed a man before, but he’s about to
“Ain? Is something bothering you, my friend?” Maira, no. Save yourself, dear
furrowed brow melts, gives way to an arc of surprise as he turns to face her at the sound of his name. where lips once wore a scowl, soon grew the a curve of familiarity. a gentle smile twiddles at the corners of his mouth, and he replies:
“ it’s nothing worth concern, miss mage. just a simple disagreement with a friend. “
... if add could be dubbed such. ain has his reservations on that matter.











