@violetbecker
At first glance few would think that Chou had any sort of manner that children would be at ease with yet he got on with them rather well. He’d finished an early morning through afternoon’s work in the forest (spring was one of his favourite seasons to research in) and was heading home for either a nap or to polish his daggers, he’d yet to decide, when he saw several children leaving Little Rascal’s, their parents in tow. With a small smile he lifted a hand to his lips and blew, several dozen petals forming from thin air and blowing over to dance around the little ones who caught sight of the petals and Chou and burst into whoops of delight, playing around in the illusion and grabbing at the phantom petals.
He nodded at a few of the parents and was about to continue on his way when one crossed the road and headed towards him; pausing Chou recognised her as the young woman who’d been at the Greyson Manner the night of the Blood Moon, “Ms Violet.” he greeted with a small nod, “You’re looking well. I hope you don’t mind my entertaining the little ones?” he asked evenly.













