[ Offered something he didn't ask for, Ivor's eyes glint with excitement. His quiet nature hides a sharp, inquisitive mind that has never truly been challenged to its potential. He wants to learn. He is slow and methodical in his acquisitions, but once they are his he never surrenders them. A life of deprivation has led him there, a careful collection of immaterial things that cannot be taken nor broken.
As Brandon comes closer to him, he holds up the construct of feathers and filth in his hands, agreeing to the lesson. ]
i wanted real icons
As Brandon comes closer to him, he holds up the construct of feathers and filth in his hands, agreeing to the lesson. ]
You don't mind, sharing your secret?
[ He's not used to that either. ]