Micah Talith
Draith Shamalain
[member="Amorella Shamalain"]
Micah gave a chuckle, and his aunt would see his head give a nod within the commune sphere she held. At the mention of the hair cut, however, he gave a devilish grin. It was shortly followed by the run of his fingers through that shaggy mop of hair.
“But auntie… what thick locks I have!” he said with dramatic flair, flashing a teasing wink. “We’ll see. Will I get cookies in return?” a more youthful glow flushed his face then. He did have quite the sweet tooth.
“Okay auntie,” the young man replied, “Take care of yourself.” He nodded towards her, then gave a nod over to his uncle, “Give Verie my love… I can bring her that icecream she likes.”
“I’ll hold on the fort uncle Di.” Micah tossed in after, returning a wide smile that would also mimic the closest approximation of a warm hug.
“Cheers!”
Micah gave a chuckle, and his aunt would see his head give a nod within the commune sphere she held. At the mention of the hair cut, however, he gave a devilish grin. It was shortly followed by the run of his fingers through that shaggy mop of hair.
“But auntie… what thick locks I have!” he said with dramatic flair, flashing a teasing wink. “We’ll see. Will I get cookies in return?” a more youthful glow flushed his face then. He did have quite the sweet tooth.
“Okay auntie,” the young man replied, “Take care of yourself.” He nodded towards her, then gave a nod over to his uncle, “Give Verie my love… I can bring her that icecream she likes.”
“I’ll hold on the fort uncle Di.” Micah tossed in after, returning a wide smile that would also mimic the closest approximation of a warm hug.
“Cheers!”