It pleases me to hear that. [ He gives her with a wider smile now, ignoring the feeling deep inside him that says he must put forward a mask of calmness and unflappability. He can ill afford to appear in a way that's unbecoming for the Lord Commander, even though part of him imagines that the Warrior of Light might understand cracks in the mask more than most. Still, he won't let on about any of this simply because it's improper. ] I have been well, thank you.
[ He straightens himself up then, holding his posture erectly, if not a little bit stiffly. Of course he holds no ill will towards either Alkaid or her sister; although he may not have seen it before, this always was the path they were heading towards. Does he wish for one more chance to attempt reasoning with his father? Of course. Would he see these events undone if only he could manage that? Of course the answer is no.
His father made his choices and he has made his. ]
Perhaps not, but at times it is necessary. [ Who will do the work he has before him except for himself? Lucia assists when she is able, but there are certain tasks that only he can do. ] The House of Lords...
[ He frowns a little bit then, in spite of himself. Just as she does, he knows what they would say, and he doesn't wish to dwell on it overmuch. ]
I see. And how was your journey both there and back? [ In a way, part of him envies her and the relative freedom with which she moves. He can't help but latch onto her next words with no small amount of eagerness: anything that might prolong this conversation with her.
Is she teasing? He tilts his head just slightly to one side as he ponders her statement. If she is, well, he can't say he doesn't like it. ] If you are willing to do so, then I, of course, shall listen.
[ Truthfully, he would gladly listen to any word that leaves her mouth, whether of moogles and dragons or of even the smallest ant that crawls along the stones... in a warmer climate, of course. ]
that makes two of us, for both things
[ He straightens himself up then, holding his posture erectly, if not a little bit stiffly. Of course he holds no ill will towards either Alkaid or her sister; although he may not have seen it before, this always was the path they were heading towards. Does he wish for one more chance to attempt reasoning with his father? Of course. Would he see these events undone if only he could manage that? Of course the answer is no.
His father made his choices and he has made his. ]
Perhaps not, but at times it is necessary. [ Who will do the work he has before him except for himself? Lucia assists when she is able, but there are certain tasks that only he can do. ] The House of Lords...
[ He frowns a little bit then, in spite of himself. Just as she does, he knows what they would say, and he doesn't wish to dwell on it overmuch. ]
I see. And how was your journey both there and back? [ In a way, part of him envies her and the relative freedom with which she moves. He can't help but latch onto her next words with no small amount of eagerness: anything that might prolong this conversation with her.
Is she teasing? He tilts his head just slightly to one side as he ponders her statement. If she is, well, he can't say he doesn't like it. ] If you are willing to do so, then I, of course, shall listen.
[ Truthfully, he would gladly listen to any word that leaves her mouth, whether of moogles and dragons or of even the smallest ant that crawls along the stones... in a warmer climate, of course. ]