#rolan.

[eldinwind]

@patetpluvia continued from [x]

Rolan could only mentally curse at himself for being distracted. He was far better than that. Come now. Brows crease a bit still understanding of the woman's rather annoyed expression laden on her face. "Hope you will accept my apologies at this offense." Words that felt foreign, But, walk a mile in the past weeks and months. There is plenty that the arduous path of life can change in one's mannerism. He does an apologetic look showers his features. Rather it would be more applicable to set a wrong with a right to her initial query. "Directions? You are far from the normal path to have arrived at this tower." More rhetorical musing than anything. But he adjusts himself. "If it's directions you seek, I can assist. Where are you hoping to travel, Miss...?"

[lcftyambiticns]

☕ / bc rolan has no sense sometimes~

⚝ ╰     ‘ 𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑫 ╱ @hellscaress

ℒorroakan sat in his study, still clad in his sleepwear — a nightgown and a luxurious brocade robe in gold and emerald — his fiery hair held loosely in a ponytail by a silken ribbon.

It was a rare occurrence for anyone, even his minions assistants or apprentices, to see him like this. The Master of Ramazith's Tower typically presented himself impeccably ; finest robes, hair done, always dressed to impress.

Yet, here he was, barely after sunrise, when Rolan stood before him.

"You best have a very good reason for disturbing my peace at such an hour." His tone wasn't nearly as sharp as one might have expacted. "Well?" He waved his hand impatiently.

"Don't just stand there on ceremony, boy. Out with it."

SEND ☕ TO GREET MY MUSE BEFORE THEY'VE HAD THEIR COFFEE. ( accepting )

[lavndcrs]