The second figure was lost in the meditative work of affixing the blade to his polearm. Some gentle taps to place the pins back in after looking everything over. The black knight to Muin's white bishop Soji's hair and tail were dark, his skin sun-kissed. Woad-blue markings adorned his jaw and the bridge of his nose in a form of tattoo particular to the Miqo'te. The colour of his eyes, however, was lost due to them being downcast and half-closed in gentle concentration.
He inspected his handiwork as Muin set down the tankard next to him. The drinks of Gridania might have lacked the spice of the southern climes, but the city beloved of Nophica had one thing that set it apart from all others: honey. In bread and baking, in gruel, in drinks, with tea; the golden sweetness of honey pervaded the culture of the forest city.
Even as Muin returned, nothing seemed to matter outside of his work. Unless you knew Miqo'te body language. While his eyes were intent on the final details of his spear, his ears were turned to listen to the various goings on now that the crowd gathered around for Muin's tale had dispersed.
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He inspected his handiwork as Muin set down the tankard next to him. The drinks of Gridania might have lacked the spice of the southern climes, but the city beloved of Nophica had one thing that set it apart from all others: honey. In bread and baking, in gruel, in drinks, with tea; the golden sweetness of honey pervaded the culture of the forest city.
Even as Muin returned, nothing seemed to matter outside of his work. Unless you knew Miqo'te body language. While his eyes were intent on the final details of his spear, his ears were turned to listen to the various goings on now that the crowd gathered around for Muin's tale had dispersed.
((Also present!))
