"Host have you seen my violin latley?" He looked at the blind man as he crossed his arms over his chest his blue aura showing the most meaning Damien was in control. He gazed around his room a his eyebrows forward. (@thedarkspottts)
The Host couldn’t help but laugh. “Have I seen your violin? I wish I could,” he replied, surprised amusement in his voice as he gestured to the bandages upon his face. His voice grew softer and quieter as he allowed his narration to describe how Dark looked in front of him. He took in the description of blue aura and smiled. The Host liked Damien. He was much less fiery than his counterpart.
“Perhaps if I describe the rooms around us, I could find it?” His narration would tell him everything he needed to know, like a pair of eyes that only supplied the descriptions and not the sights. ( @thedarkspottts )
