Primarily a muted Lavender, with a red border that seems to be trying to seep in and overtake the more dominant color.
The Serpent was coiled, ready to lash out but cautious in its current state, and more so given the surroundings. The beast did not wish to expose itself so openly despite the challenger to its authority that it sought to reign over - though understanding its handicap with the lack of vitae.
As the distance was closed the hand was accepted, his own grip locking with a couple up and down motions, slower than usual but not uncomfortably so. The Lance let a grin tug at the corner of his lip and let out a single gruff chuckle as he tilted his head and glanced to the water.
”I appreciate the compliment, though last I checked I still looked like I crawled out of a casket, but yes - taking well enough care to stay out of trouble.”
He motioned down the path, continuing in his straight direction, unless Thomas had a preference for direction.
”If old Mr. Stoker is to be believed we may as well be walking along the Great Wall, running water, purity, etc… All in contra to evil creatures of the earth, dependent on the soil they were buried in.”
Dracula, riveting book, if Thomas hadn’t heard of it Arturo would suggest it, heh.
”In reality though, I always enjoyed the air that came with moving water back before I turned. Helps bring clarity to the mind if you ask me, placebo or not I will take what works.”
“Yourself though, how have you been? I haven’t seen nor heard much since the Formal for obvious reasons.”