Recent content by Luca Arladi

"Buscha?" Luca parroted, his posture immediately unfurling as he rose in his seat to look at Iseppa more clearly. Quickly, the languish with which he sat vanished into his earlier energetic attention. The tapping knee straightened out, and though Luca waved away the severity of the subject...

The bridge of Luca's nose scrunched ever so slightly in distaste, though at what there was no clarification. Iseppa knew though. This was not the first they'd butted heads on the aggrandization of their father's death. "The guard do perfectly fine as is," Luca pointed out, to no one's surprise...

Luca shrugged. "What does it matter what spirits they're in?" he asked. "They march and kill just as well when they're upset. Better, even." The thought brushed aside as quickly as it'd been mentioned, the young lad's eyes fell from their aimless meandering back onto Iseppa's own, a pointed...

The pungent odor of sweat and alcohol waltzed into the room with him, though as light upon the air as his feet upon the ground. His smile likewise carried no weight, lighting upon the heavy smoke and parchment with all the infuriating levity of a boy too young to care. "Afternoon sis," he said...