Life Is Too Short
Terix moved his weight from one foot to the other and rubbed his hands impatiently. He could not find his place in his room, especially near the Grand Auspex. The latter stood motionless, the hood covering his whole face; only the round chin line could be seen if you looked closely.
Terix, in contrast to the Grand Auspex's black-clad form, donned a white shirt and pants combination. His white hair with green highlights brushed up against the shoulders of his silky satin shirt. He was in a bad mood. He couldn't seem to stop his hands and feet from moving. Surely, he could, but he worried he would start shaking if he did.
Terix glanced at Drake when he entered the room, and the red ruby eyes gave him a sense of security. He ceased shifting his weight from one leg to the other. The agitated rubbing of his hands came to a halt as well. Now he merely massaged his left thumb with his right hand. It was, however, a step forward.