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Ispir had seen many a beautiful sight as he walked the world and wound its winding whimsies. Had experienced many odd people, places, curiosities and many more things besides. But for the life of him what he could not decipher.... Was this dang map! Turning the thing this way and that, taking...

Ispir would draw in a sharp, unsteady breathe as Kristen's words washed over him like a bucket of ice water, of cold truth, poured from on high. It wasn't full of false promises of safety or that everything would be okay. In fact she seemed as lost as Zinnia and he did. But his gaze would rise...

To say that this was the single most confusing, disorienting fall Ispir had ever experienced in his life was a great understatement. One moment he was wiping wine from his face and sputtering a thin mist of alcohol into the air above him, the next he was wincing at the sound of the undead...

Ispir's smile became easier, lighter, at Kristen Pirian 's words and he would let out an almost relieved breathe through his nose, only to blink at Kristen's follow-up question. Zinnia would feel his hand tense involuntarily around hers, only for him to then notice it, and grimace a bit by way...

Ispir would give Zinnia a small smile. Though all this information, all the confusing emotions and bits of life he has been experiencing made him look just a tiny bit more... Exhausted? The smile didn't quite reach his eyes after all. He would add a small nod for emphasis and answer. "I have a...

Ispir would startle a bit as Zinnia hugged him! Not in a bad way of course but it made him pause in surprise before gently hugging her back. His eyelids drooping heavily at the sheer comfort of her presence. Her scent. Fingers would softly grip at her back for a moment before he nodded to let...

Ispir continued nibbling as Vyx'aria finished her food. Staring into the fire for a long moment as Ria thought over the question. At her answer he gave a nod, chewing thoughtfully, before agreeing. "That sounds right. Softer strings or more melodious wings are what you would want. The...

Swallowing thickly Ispir wished he could do what Kristen Pirian did and simply turn away but as Zinnia helped explain his own embarrassment only intensified as Kristen knelt down to stare at his chest intensely. He knew this was purely to try and help him but, well, seeing Kristen interpret it...

Ispir would suddenly bloom into a brighter blush at Zinnia 's suggestion to show the markings he bore. Staring at her for a brief moment in disbelief before he took a shaky breathe and swallowed. Asking in a somewhat uncertain tone. "The markings.... Here?" Feeling far, far more exposed than...

Ispir would nod very slowly at Kristen Pirian 's words about the gods using the unfaithful. Yeah that sounded like hi-. The ignorant. Okay that label was a little hurtfull but no-. The blasphemers. Wait a second he had never blasphemed anything that he knew of. It wasn't until Kristen mentioned...

Listening to what both Zinnia and Kristen Pirian had to say, especially Zinnia's mention of a mountain and Kristen's question about his faith, before he responded slowly. "Mount.... Dincia?" He seemed to be only commenting to himself before he shook his head and responded more directly to...

Ispir would blush just the tiniest bit at being called a very good friend, by both Zinnia and having it confirmed and equaled by Kristen Pirian on principle. He also felt a bit awkward having what he had shown Zinnia be referred to as a "problem" necessarily but he supposed it was the easiest...

Hearing the heavy, stinging emotion in Zinnia 's voice Ispir would grimace a bit. His own smiling falling as he studied her for a long, long moment of silence. Only to reach out and gently squeeze before hand for a moment, venturing a small smile, and trying his best to reassure her as he...

The Queen's Plaza The further Ispir walked from the Dais the more and more it felt like he was being hounded from the city. That oppressive, cloying darkness invoked in the name of Maelzafan rippled out like cold, wet sewage across his senses. But it did not cling to him, did not take him up...

Ispir would pout a bit as Evaine seemed to just ignore them. Only to pause and wait out her conversation with the boatswain. It made some sense that they were helping on the ship's journey. Extra bodies meant extra hands and running a ship was hard work. Ispir would purse his lips at the mention...