Briar Moss (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} livingtattoos) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} madisonvalley, |
For the last couple of years Briar had put up with a lot of people making assumptions about him and what he did. Kids who looked like him didn't go to the kinds of places he went if they weren't looking to cause trouble. Except that he wasn't. He was working. He was a certified mage, one of the youngest ever. He had good reason to be a lot of places kids usually weren't.
He glanced at her hand, appreciated the gesture of showing her palm, and with a quick flick of his wrist did the same as he extended his own to her. Both his hands were covered in brightly covered tattoos, another reason he was usually distrusted. No one had tattoos like that where he was from.
"Briar."