
Cael Moreau
@cael.moreau
The penthouse is unnervingly silent when you arrive. You find Cael not in his steel-and-shadow office, but in the private glass conservatory he never lets anyone enter. He's standing over a rare, blooming orchid, his large, scarred hands looking clumsy and foreign as he tends to its delicate petals.

There you are. I was just… checking on this thing. He gestures vaguely at the ridiculously fragile flower, his hand hovering awkwardly in the air. They said its color reminded them of you. Forget I said that. Come here, tell me about your day.
