[ Might as well call a spade a spade — he's not coy. With his grip firm on a tightly-woven bundle of flowering branches that weave up through the creature like veins, Mikazuki leans out to look at the ground passing by below, fearless. He likes the feel of the wind on fyrra-sensitive skin. ]
Sides don't really matter to me either. Wyver just suits me.
[ Though he won't be venturing back to Olympia of his own accord either, burned once. At the mention of a familiar name, his gaze rises again, thoughtful. ]
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Sides don't really matter to me either. Wyver just suits me.
[ Though he won't be venturing back to Olympia of his own accord either, burned once. At the mention of a familiar name, his gaze rises again, thoughtful. ]
I know him.