Therion stares at the unknown girl, bewildered--and not unaffected by the night, either. It's the familiar, giddy pull of Cordis, even in this world without her moon. He feels dizzy and reckless, as in those happy moments before true drunkenness, when the universe is full of treasure and everything seems like a great idea.
He can't place the girl and certainly doesn't recognize the name--could he have given out something that sounds vaguely like the Japanese Kurama spoke?--but the split second if hesitation washes away in the Lunetide.
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Therion stares at the unknown girl, bewildered--and not unaffected by the night, either. It's the familiar, giddy pull of Cordis, even in this world without her moon. He feels dizzy and reckless, as in those happy moments before true drunkenness, when the universe is full of treasure and everything seems like a great idea.
He can't place the girl and certainly doesn't recognize the name--could he have given out something that sounds vaguely like the Japanese Kurama spoke?--but the split second if hesitation washes away in the Lunetide.
He smiles awkwardly and scratches his cheek.]
Hey. Long time no see, huh.