[Ives' eyes narrow when he's poked, more curious that alarmed, watching the needle. That's as close to a flinch as he'll do, he's stock still otherwise. Perhaps too tense, but he's looked like that even while walking up the street. He just holds his posture incredibly tight at all times.]
Hmm, no. The city smells so much of iron and blood that I can rarely pick up anything else.
[as Nehan draws his blood, there's no real visual difference from what Paleblood should look like traditionally. It already has a faint sheer in the moonlight, a soft rainbow edge at times. No tinting of gold as Nehan's sample has, when compared]
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Hmm, no. The city smells so much of iron and blood that I can rarely pick up anything else.
[as Nehan draws his blood, there's no real visual difference from what Paleblood should look like traditionally. It already has a faint sheer in the moonlight, a soft rainbow edge at times. No tinting of gold as Nehan's sample has, when compared]