Vatusia
I let myself go 'til I hit the ground
Casimir's admission had Luka scrambling to get his blindfold off, even before he was ordered to take it off. His fingers fumbled with the knots in the fabric. Once it was loose enough, the darker skinned man pushed it off his head to look where he had pointed. He couldn't see much of anything other than the blasted trees that surrounded Casimir's house. The slave paused to look at the immortal, wondering why he was being sent into the house. But for once, he would listen. So the boy scooped up the one chicken that was on his way into the house and shut the door behind him. He curled up by the couch, hoping that he and his feathery friend couldn't be seen from the window. The chicken just clucked up at him before settling down into his lap. Whatever was out there was about to be greeted rudely, Luka was sure of that. If it weren't for the aura Luka had briefly seen swirling around Casimir after he got the blindfold off, Luka probably would have argued. Once this was over, the white-haired boy would need to discuss this new development with the alchemist. For now, he and the chicken would snuggle.
