[ Look, the little talking thing is an object of curiosity. He can't be bothered as yet to learn how to use it, but keeps it on him because he doesn't want to throw it away. ]
[ Trass doesn't want to be left by the door. he paws at Matthias, but obeys, only his eyes fixed on them inside as he paces back and forth. The mess hall is eerily empty. ]
[ He glances around, moving over to check that the stalls really are all empty, letting Nina approach first. But is quick to follow, just outside of her shadow. ]
[ It doesn't feel like a confrontation. Then, he can choose otherwise, but it should not be so. ]
I thought it might be you.
[ Although his studying gaze over Alina is now a little colder. The Darkling's colors, and the truth of her identity. He can do nothing about what he is, or what she is. ]
no subject
[ Trass doesn't want to be left by the door. he paws at Matthias, but obeys, only his eyes fixed on them inside as he paces back and forth. The mess hall is eerily empty. ]
[ He glances around, moving over to check that the stalls really are all empty, letting Nina approach first. But is quick to follow, just outside of her shadow. ]
[ It doesn't feel like a confrontation. Then, he can choose otherwise, but it should not be so. ]
I thought it might be you.
[ Although his studying gaze over Alina is now a little colder. The Darkling's colors, and the truth of her identity. He can do nothing about what he is, or what she is. ]
So. Is it true, what you can do?