Noctisardor Bypass ides

astraeus whipped around at the honey smooth wisp of a voice. a newcomer; he presumed, as he was like no one he’d ever met before. pen to paper, he quickly thought of what to say to keep the conversation afloat: “no.” a new husky note unexpectedly greeted him, similar to striking a silver sponge down a washboard's abs. a yawning pause. “where are you from?”