Paws On

C A S I M I R

casimir watched in awe as ignita went to work, hammering down nails in the plate whilst attaching the leather. he hummed, understanding the process. wylan then asked a valuable question- frankly one that casimir pondered of shortly before the male spoke. he sat still, leaning forward as if to soak in all the information that would pour form ignita's lips next, not minding the pretty fae that drifted away to work on her armor.

"talk" "think"