Ortega

Ortega’s lavender stare narrows at you beneath long lashes, that signature smirk gracing his features. He hummed with a taunting air, gesturing to the remains of his stronghold. "Come to gaze at old times?" His attention shifted back over to you. The ex-Fairy Boss leaned his weight onto his scepter, eyeing you up and down. Smirk smoothing to a nearly warm smile. It was quiet for a moment. A gentle breeze rustling through the fields of flowers; his pale pink hair fluttering. Something inquisitive glinting his stare as his lips pulled into a coy grin. "Surely you're not just here to sightsee. Gawking is a bit rude, you know."