Truth be told, his pulse is thrumming. Truth be told, Ishiah's still unsettled, his whole world feels unbalanced, his skin feels just slightly too tight to properly hold him. This city is a place where he can't stretch his wings wide, can't work out all the kinks in his muscles, but Robin is at his side, reason enough to stamp down on any residual panic for the time being.
And he has a great deal to stare at once inside of the bar, wreaths hung over his arm and weighing down on his elbows. It's not the same as the Ninth Circle. The decorations are more ornate, and not all of the labels on the bottles which line along the bar are easily identified — although Ishiah has no doubt that Robin's gone through all of them already, testing for taste, quality.
Ishiah rubs at his cheek nonetheless, and arches a brow at the cat that pads quietly out with a loud, rolling purr.
"A cat who actually looks happy to see me," Ishiah remarks, crouching down and reaching out with a wide hand, wondering at the color of the cat's fur, such a familiar mix to the eye. "There's a change."
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And he has a great deal to stare at once inside of the bar, wreaths hung over his arm and weighing down on his elbows. It's not the same as the Ninth Circle. The decorations are more ornate, and not all of the labels on the bottles which line along the bar are easily identified — although Ishiah has no doubt that Robin's gone through all of them already, testing for taste, quality.
Ishiah rubs at his cheek nonetheless, and arches a brow at the cat that pads quietly out with a loud, rolling purr.
"A cat who actually looks happy to see me," Ishiah remarks, crouching down and reaching out with a wide hand, wondering at the color of the cat's fur, such a familiar mix to the eye. "There's a change."