May 6, 2017
Charon never tires of preening, and of displaying. He’s one of the prettiest people he knows, and he is very aware of this. In a tailor’s shop, he tries on an emerald green doublet over his white shirt, and looks at himself in the polished mirror, looking at himself vainly from different angles. It suits him, and he knows it, but it’s pricey and he wonders how much he needs it.
There is one other person in the shop with him, and he clears his throat to catch their attention. “What do you think?” he asks brazenly, with an open, easy smile.
