Octavius
Octavius recognized the region's name as Hadama said it, Torchline. He had visited once or twice as a child and remembered its beautiful weather and tropical humidity, but not much else. Perhaps he should go back sometime soon. It was relatively close on skyship.
As Hadama complimented Stormbreak, looking out at the skyline, Octavius had to smile and do the same. The light of the full moon fell down across his features as he gazed appreciatively.
"I welcome you to Stormbreak, then. It is indeed a beautiful city." As he said this he turned back to the stranger, observing him. He was regal in a way that felt familiar to Octavius. "Yes, my family has lived here for generations. Through all its highs and lows." It always impressed an intense weight upon Octavius when he considered this, when he thought about the ways in which his family shaped the very walls of this city. How he felt responsible to shape things here too, even as the eighth son.
As Hadama complimented Stormbreak, looking out at the skyline, Octavius had to smile and do the same. The light of the full moon fell down across his features as he gazed appreciatively.
"I welcome you to Stormbreak, then. It is indeed a beautiful city." As he said this he turned back to the stranger, observing him. He was regal in a way that felt familiar to Octavius. "Yes, my family has lived here for generations. Through all its highs and lows." It always impressed an intense weight upon Octavius when he considered this, when he thought about the ways in which his family shaped the very walls of this city. How he felt responsible to shape things here too, even as the eighth son.
i could stop dreaming and start believing in forever and ever and ever again
