Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-121.208.115.13-20150906104828/@comment-3991308-20150910112558

The narrator quietly pointed out to the other narrator that Icarus' eyes were a brilliant blue, before slinking back into the shadows.

"I C," Icarus smirked, and snickered a little at his own joke. It was kinda surprising that he didn't say something more dark-humoured like he used to. "Most people call me Icarus, though. Yeah, as in that Greek dude who's dad gave him wings and he ended up burning to death because he flew too close to the sun. Certainly not a flight of fancy, huh."

Soft Juniper. Icarus laughed a little. He needed to tell Avian about that. That described his sad compassionate little cousin perfectly.

"So, I'm from the Juniper Tree, which is one of Grimm's Grimmest, as people say," he said. "I die, basically. Not much to that. You? Where's the magnificient Coco-Charlotte from?"