Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20170301124403/@comment-30014014-20170721071739

Pranidhi turns his visage to Abiathar for no more than seconds.

Even with his eyes sheltered by a golden mask...

Even with his traits hidden by his gilded crown amidst his hood...

Even with his jaw hindered by the wall of white covering it...

...

"WHat makes you think he hides from me?"

The aura until now quiet rattles at his words, almost trying to shape something before dyingf down yet again, drowned by the silence.