Oblivious to Kiada's ogling, Fox (naturally) is hard at work, stepping out of the way to allow his fellow Ancients to add their kindling and firewood to his initial structure. He's soaked to the bone as a result of his efforts, of course, but you know, what's new for Flowerbirth in the Grounds? All the more reason to look forward to warming up once all this is over. Wiping his face with his sleeve and nodding at Danta's suggestion, he reaches into the pouch and withdraws a few gemstones, examining them in his hands. "You'd never expect something so colourful to come out of the climb," he remarks idly, stepping forward once more to try and place the gems in safe cradles amongst the branches. fox |
Horns: Small, bone-like protrusions (aka your stereotypical devil horns) that are easy to miss in his hair.
