Loki The Trickster
Behind you.
Lucas exits his tent, rubbing his eyes. They're half-lidded and hazy and when they pass over anyone else's they can't quite tell if he's looking at them or looking at something behind them. To top it off, black bags underline both of his eyes. And to either side of them are crows, making him look far older than his years. Fatigue holds him like shackles of steel. He's definitely not an early bird. "Gah," grumbles the young man as he hobbles to the river, washing his face in the bank before they set off again, "Always the same."
He waves at Victoria, Linne and Hana from across the field as he makes his way towards their carriage. "Up early," he notes, "The usual. Get a good night's sleep?"
He waves at Victoria, Linne and Hana from across the field as he makes his way towards their carriage. "Up early," he notes, "The usual. Get a good night's sleep?"