Seydon of Arda
Raquor'daan
Seydon leaned off off the table to settle his shoulders and spine against the chair's high-back, perching a leg up over one knee and keeping his arms crossed for comfort. Again, Ms. Blake's whimsy caused his humours to glow and he grinned, purely smiling, listening to her engross him with mentions of fruit-tree groves, seeds imparting wisdom, mythical fancy few save [member="Chloe Blake"] or himself took with certain seriousness.
