Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-11588669-20130805025618/@comment-11588669-20130805033052

Pausing in his playing, the boy looks down and raises an eyebrow. Copper eyes, pale skin, teal hair styled into buns. A dress adorned with fur, and a technologically made trident that has an axle for spinning. The Northerner, her name was-

"Tianee. Why are you here?" Nox asks, lowering the flute as he speaks. His tone is slightly guarded, but showing more warmth and less chill than most would recieve.

He silently debates whether or not to drop down, and decides against it. He had no intention of going to the Orientation, nor giving up his spot. Shifting slightly so the flute's case would not fall, he waits for her answer.