#lysanthir

this is my new child Lysanthir 

starts sweating i have been drawing a lot of solis,,,

Ifan invited Tarquin, Infirma, and Gregorio to join their night of drinks. As it was expected, the scholars claimed that they had no time to waste on useless social interactions, insisting that Gregorio should do it anyway. After all, the recovering monk had to be exposed to familiar situations more and more often if he wanted to find the clues that would help him to heal his memory.

Early at night, in the downtown tavern, far away from the crowded section and hidden in a corner, Lysanthir, Ifan, and Gregorio began to relax with three tankards and a whole pitcher of ale on their table.

Lysanthir, tired as well, let his long hair down, which until that moment had been tied in a high ponytail. His hair was a rare tone of ash with an earthy sheen. The colour made Ifan remember dry soil waiting desperately for the rain to revive it, to feel alive, to let the sprout grow — a colour of tiredness and stillness.