Noctisardor Bypass Sanctum

"stigmata," he slithered coolly where prompted, with an obliged bob of his head, and came only slightly closer before imitating her sit in an effort to preserve the agreeable air between them. his head hung slightly and he slouched in mild apathy; a stony posture that lent him an unenergetic presence that he regularly employed as a masquerade to conceal his true imperious nature. until he had something to prove, let them think he was soggy and disinterested -- it always led to a welcome surprise when he could finally be seen in action. in truth, he couldn't have passed for lazy if he tried; not with that taut, well-exercised frame.

the sandraudiga watched her mutely for a beat, particularly admiring -- though it may have seemed like a mild form of glaring -- her red-orange gaze. "you are well met, skydance," he hummed to her quietly. "tell me, are you familiar with these lands?" he asked with a gesture out to the general space around them.