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[sub]Location: Walking about Town[/sub]
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The two walked together, along the town’s narrowing pathways, Céline listening to this man — Orion’s words, eyes observing his facial features, the way he carried himself. It felt so unusual to have to gauge this man, to use a skill she felt she’d lost yet was so innately familiar with. Just as within the wellspring of his emotion was calm, as it was without, his face chiseled fine as stone. Any cracks or twitches were so imperceptibly small she may as well have been staring at a statue. It left her feeling a mixture of excitement and anxiety; the thrill of unraveling the unknown.

“[color=#0054a6]Orion,[/color]” he replied evenly, “[color=#0054a6]Advisor to the prince. If titles matter to you.[/color]”

A blightborn Aristocrat? That was the last thing Céline was expecting to hear, though it certainly explained his appearance and even somewhat his personality. When Céline first heard the rumours surrounding Dawnhaven, there was a doubt that such a farfetched place where their kind could coexist, let alone hold station. She supposed that blightborn came from all walks of life, having met a barbarian, a priestess and now nobility within the past day.

“[color=#0054a6]So, are you looking to stay? Or just passing through? The prince tends to favor those with useful hands. And steady hearts, of course.[/color]”

The storm from last night had really piled on the snow and the street, hastily cleared, had forced the narrow pathway to thin and subsequently the gap between them as well. As finished buildings made way to those under construction, Céline felt compelled to stop at one of the unfinished plots. The snow was deep, but that didn’t deter her from walking knee deep in it, pushing her way to the finished foundation. Stepping onto the wooden platform she tested its stability with a few tender presses with her boot. The wood creaked in resistance, but did not give way under her weight. She took a few tentative steps around, imagining what the finished layout would be, what the streets would look like bustling, people living out their lives, coming to her for help. Céline closed her eyes and drew her hood back, her elongated ears standing at attention once more, the cold wind biting at her lobes, a refreshing sensation. 

When her eyes opened again she turned to Orion and stepped back towards him, [color=60cf11]“I’m done with just ‘passing through’,”[/color] she stated, dropping off the platform to return to ground level with Orion, [color=60cf11]“The Prince doesn’t need to worry about my hands nor heart, both are in the right place I can assure you. I think he’ll find what my mind has to offer the most beneficial though,”[/color] she maintained composure. Tingara had mentioned there was an interview process involved so that she could be deemed worthy of staying here. Being the prince’s advisor, she wondered if he was conducting her this interview impromptu.

[color=60cf11]“Since you stated your title, I think it only fair I reciprocate in kind,”[/color] she folded her arms behind her back, [color=60cf11]“Doctor Moreau, practitioner of the medical arts. Though I find the full title rather stuffy and am open to continuing on a first name basis…should it please ‘My Lord’.”[/color] There was a playful smirk, a cheeky sort of glint in her eye; to tease and prod, to see how he’d react if at all.
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[sub]Interacting with: Orion [@Qia][/sub]