<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/30/36/71/303671a20140d5f8adce77bd11c2fefa.jpg)<br/></div><strong>Name:</strong>Cyric (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=328118.msg15963082#msg15963082)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>At the bar<br/><strong>Action:</strong>Serving<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>White tee shirt with gray clouds pattern, jeans, white sneakers<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Cassandra<br/><hr/>Cyric noticed the slight disappoint on Cassandra’s facial features when he made his presence known. He felt bad because it seemed like she had been expecting someone else, but he nodded when she asked for another drink. He took into consideration her sullen mood and hummed to himself as his hand brushed from label to label searching for something with a particular bite to it. Something that maybe would lighten her mood, though it only worked if she wanted it to. He placed the bottle in front of her, an unusual golden-colored wine, and a fresh glass. “I don’t have nowhere near the power to grant you a new life, but maybe you can enjoy the one you have a little more with this.”<br/><br/>He saved her the energy of pouring her first glass, doing it eagerly and without a hint of displeasure. He rose a thick brow when she teased him about being in a boy band, familiar with the concept from walking through the dreams of mortals.<br/><br/>“I do think I have a nice singing voice, but no, no boyband origin story here,” he admitted with a soft chuckle. He poured himself the same golden wine he served her and sipped on it a little, the contents bringing a smile to his youthful face. “I appeared in a dream and manifested as a person, you could say,” he explained in case she was truly interested in his origins though it would not bother him if she wasn’t either. He swayed from side to side in place to his hummed tune, taking slow and careful sips from his drink.<br/>