The imperious look isn't entirely impressive. He's met Gaius Sextus too recently for it to have a serious affect on him.
Tavi glances over him, noting the odd clothing, and for a moment a frown creases his forehead. But then again--
Well, enough in his life is strange lately that it doesn't fully matter.
Tavi crouches down. He only looks twelve or thirteen, and on the small side--and yet he's rather business like. "Does it hurt trying to move your ankle, or is it just a little irritating?"
The travails of the hat concern him not at all. He'll rescue it from the sheep eventually--but generally, messing with Rivan Mountain Whites is a bad idea.
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Tavi glances over him, noting the odd clothing, and for a moment a frown creases his forehead. But then again--
Well, enough in his life is strange lately that it doesn't fully matter.
Tavi crouches down. He only looks twelve or thirteen, and on the small side--and yet he's rather business like. "Does it hurt trying to move your ankle, or is it just a little irritating?"
The travails of the hat concern him not at all. He'll rescue it from the sheep eventually--but generally, messing with Rivan Mountain Whites is a bad idea.