Character
Gliding down a random corridor, Corvin seemed to float rather than walk, the long robes he wore flowing with each graceful step. If one listened closely, they might catch the faint metallic chime of the light armor hidden beneath the feather-adorned fabric. He moved with an effortless ease, almost ethereal in his presence.
He came to a gentle stop as his attention was drawn to the small avian creature perched on his shoulder—a Convor with icy blue feathers. Raising a pale hand, Corvin gently brushed its soft plumage, earning a contented coo from the bird.
"I know, Glacia, I'm hungry too. We're almost there—just around the corner to the canteen," he murmured, his voice as smooth as silk, carrying a soothing, melodic quality. The words were accompanied by a gentle smile that softened his already pale features. With that, Corvin resumed his journey down the hallway, moving with the same serene grace.
He came to a gentle stop as his attention was drawn to the small avian creature perched on his shoulder—a Convor with icy blue feathers. Raising a pale hand, Corvin gently brushed its soft plumage, earning a contented coo from the bird.
"I know, Glacia, I'm hungry too. We're almost there—just around the corner to the canteen," he murmured, his voice as smooth as silk, carrying a soothing, melodic quality. The words were accompanied by a gentle smile that softened his already pale features. With that, Corvin resumed his journey down the hallway, moving with the same serene grace.
