Private Tales Seeking Answers in Vel Numera

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
Ispir marveled at the rolling, open fields of Vel Numera while walking side by side with Zinnia all the while. Wide, aquamarine eyes drank in the rolling countryside and the sight of the The Jades in the southern distance. He felt... Different lately. More anxious in a way? That felt right.

He felt like a patient with some novel sickness being taken to some renowned apothecary. Which, to be fair, for all he knew Kristen Pirian WAS a renowned apothecary of some sort. Or more likely some renowned archimage. Though he supposed it never hurt to actually ASK Zinnia about her friend.

Suddenly breaking the silence as they drifted through the market where Jade was traded in abundance Ispir would glance at their golden-eyed friend. Only pausing as the rays from the morning sun made Zinnia's eyes shimmer like pools of liquid gold. Her scales freckles glinting in the light beautifully and he would simply stare for a moment. Only managing to summon his voice after a moment to muster himself.

"S-So umm.... Kristen. Is... Is she a mage or some sort of uhh... Smart.... Person?"

He asked incredibly charmingly.​