Reinhart
listen to the way the world hums and sways
Reinhart had been lost in a conversation with one of the many vendors in the Night Markets. He was back up to his usual schemes now that the buzzing inside him had started anew. He attributed the feeling to finally feeling at home once more, and his confidence seeming to have returned. The mottled gray man's eyes swirled as he spoke to the charming white mare with fiery hair and deep green eyes. She called herself Mavery, but insisted he called her just "Mave." The bustle of the markets and the flow of his magic worked together. The woman had something he wanted, an heirloom for one of the street urchins in Denocte's lower districts. It had been lost when their family's home was lost and wound up on the streets of Denocte. Undoubtedly the work of looters or thieves. His golden eyes swirled in a mesmerizing fashion until his concentration broke. The familiar voice of the man with the foreign accent shouting his name in the streets.
Reinhart felt the buzzing dull and he excused himself from the booth, leaving the woman looking bewildered and melancholy. His golden eyes tore themselves from the pale woman to the familiar form of Rylan and his dog and the spirit guide. A chill ran through his spine as he spotted the stag for a moment, but he swallowed his discomfort as he approached the nervous-sounding man. Reinhart moved through the sea of bodies toward Rylan with an easy smile on his lips. The buzzing roared back to life as he stops a few inches from Rylan. The warmth of his magic pours over the buckskin bronc, the parvus magic is sharing how excited he is to see the adorable man once more. Reinhart is of course oblivious to this fact, because he has never believed himself to be a mage. Mages were not possible in Novus. At least he couldn't possibly be one.
"Rylan, you came all this way to see me? It's nice to see your face again, you bring the warmth of the sun with you." Reinhart murmurs to the bronc with a wide smile as he offers his muzzle to the bronc. "Do you want to join me for a date?" The forwardness of Reinhart is genuine. He knows that he likes Rylan, and he doesn't want to wait around for someone else to realize they like him.
"speech looks like this"
@Rylan
I love Rylan so much
Reinhart felt the buzzing dull and he excused himself from the booth, leaving the woman looking bewildered and melancholy. His golden eyes tore themselves from the pale woman to the familiar form of Rylan and his dog and the spirit guide. A chill ran through his spine as he spotted the stag for a moment, but he swallowed his discomfort as he approached the nervous-sounding man. Reinhart moved through the sea of bodies toward Rylan with an easy smile on his lips. The buzzing roared back to life as he stops a few inches from Rylan. The warmth of his magic pours over the buckskin bronc, the parvus magic is sharing how excited he is to see the adorable man once more. Reinhart is of course oblivious to this fact, because he has never believed himself to be a mage. Mages were not possible in Novus. At least he couldn't possibly be one.
"Rylan, you came all this way to see me? It's nice to see your face again, you bring the warmth of the sun with you." Reinhart murmurs to the bronc with a wide smile as he offers his muzzle to the bronc. "Do you want to join me for a date?" The forwardness of Reinhart is genuine. He knows that he likes Rylan, and he doesn't want to wait around for someone else to realize they like him.
"speech looks like this"
@Rylan
I love Rylan so much
