[ Ashura flowed into the room - yes, flowed - dressed in his usual light silks for the warm weather, a cross of Indian and Japanese. He was soft purples, whites, and golds, the only other color the red of the large, circular ruby at his throat.
He cocked his head at Isaac, hearing him talk and then he laughed quietly, but not unkindly, golden eyes amused. ]
Oh, it works. I would be surprised if someone does not answer you soon enough.
An Isaac! :D
He cocked his head at Isaac, hearing him talk and then he laughed quietly, but not unkindly, golden eyes amused. ]
Oh, it works. I would be surprised if someone does not answer you soon enough.