[ Charming, that introduction—offhanded, suitably roguish for a reclamation agent, and certainly sure to garner a smile from whomsoever received it. And smile Sion does, his golden eyes alight and keen with interest, because he has never been a man satisfied with that which is readily presented to him: it is always far more intriguing, the things which remain undisclosed, unsaid. ]
Ah? Might I ask which category our mutual acquaintance falls into, then?
[ A silvered brow lofted high, Sion closes the distance between himself and the other man with an air of grace, a measured step, and a silent laugh upon his lips as they curve into a gentle smile full of warmth. ]
A pleasure to meet you, Lavi, and I should hope that we've the chance to convene again under better circumstance. [ —and in this sentiment, he is earnest, because regardless of what the other man perceives him to be, he is no simple figment of the past, but a fool intently focused on the present, his eyes turned the people before him. To Lavi, whose smile is impassive, rather reminding him of a sleepy-headed man who cared only for books, immersing himself in research and text so that he might one day come to forget the world (and the suffering) of those who surrounded him.
But then, Lavi is not that man. ]
I am Sion, Sion Astal, Company administrator for Westerley, though I once was of Leith... [ Head cant, to the side. He is nowhere near so exciting as to possess a trifecta of interests, but perhaps as much will suffice: ] ...my favorite color is blue?
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Ah? Might I ask which category our mutual acquaintance falls into, then?
[ A silvered brow lofted high, Sion closes the distance between himself and the other man with an air of grace, a measured step, and a silent laugh upon his lips as they curve into a gentle smile full of warmth. ]
A pleasure to meet you, Lavi, and I should hope that we've the chance to convene again under better circumstance. [ —and in this sentiment, he is earnest, because regardless of what the other man perceives him to be, he is no simple figment of the past, but a fool intently focused on the present, his eyes turned the people before him. To Lavi, whose smile is impassive, rather reminding him of a sleepy-headed man who cared only for books, immersing himself in research and text so that he might one day come to forget the world (and the suffering) of those who surrounded him.
But then, Lavi is not that man. ]
I am Sion, Sion Astal, Company administrator for Westerley, though I once was of Leith... [ Head cant, to the side. He is nowhere near so exciting as to possess a trifecta of interests, but perhaps as much will suffice: ] ...my favorite color is blue?