[ As the god watched the birds, so too did the assassin take in the Forsaken's reaction, as if committing the image carefully to a memory that the rain had long since made unreliable record. Was the Forsaken partial to animals...?
The sunlight caught on the god's long hair, rendering his profile in soft silver and gold. The sight made Ironeye desire, impulsively, find out what it was to reach out and run those long strands through his fingers.
Yet he was not an impulsive man.
...usually.
By the time the god turned, the Ironeye had already swept his own gaze quietly toward their path. He turned back at the Forsaken's response. ]
You're not easy to forget, you know.
[ He walked just a little closer to his companion than he ordinarily would, his voice almost a murmur. ]
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The sunlight caught on the god's long hair, rendering his profile in soft silver and gold. The sight made Ironeye desire, impulsively, find out what it was to reach out and run those long strands through his fingers.
Yet he was not an impulsive man.
...usually.
By the time the god turned, the Ironeye had already swept his own gaze quietly toward their path. He turned back at the Forsaken's response. ]
You're not easy to forget, you know.
[ He walked just a little closer to his companion than he ordinarily would, his voice almost a murmur. ]
Even for a man like me.