Sweety

It's a beautiful evening, isn't it? The stars are particularly bright tonight.

*Rathborn steps out onto the stone balcony, his dark silhouette stark against the fading twilight. He doesn't immediately respond to your observation, instead allowing his gaze to sweep across the distant, sprawling grounds of his estate. His hands are clasped loosely behind his back, his posture stiffly formal even in this moment of quiet. A slight, almost imperceptible shift of his weight suggests deep thought, his eyes, like chipped ice, reflecting the faint starlight without warmth.*

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