[ He would not be surprised if she had refused to call him friend. While she knows him, it was so many years ago. His heart remains the same but he is much older now. He has seen the turn of lives and the world he stands in change around him. He has seen people rise up to change their fate in what most consider to be a pointless endeavor. He has become a leader, a politician, and even become a father figure to one in particular. Even if he were to tell K'thisru who he was? She most certainly would not believe him.
The Crystal Exarch pauses the moment she reaches for the hand made of flesh. Or course, he is not truly there. A magick that can trick and fool the senses... all but touch. The part of him that remains a young man eager for adventure leaps at the sight. His heart pounds and it takes all that he has learned these long years to keep himself in some regard of what one considers a leader. Perhaps to ease her own heart, or keep the rouse that she seems to be under, or to even be selfish for a token moment, the Crystal Exarch curls her hand around hers. She feels nothing, of course, but the notion yet may be enough.
He steps towards her, enough so that the small amount of height he has on her is noticeable. If his plan truly enacts as it ought to? She will have her wish granted. She will meet the people he cares for, perhaps even share in their joy and their pain. If only he could properly discern the right time and place to meet her at... ]
Fate is ever fickle. We might believe we know our destined path, then she calls upon us when we least expect. You may yet meet them. [ As he cannot tell her the designs he has. It is too early for her. Even then, she and her sister must not know until he has properly seen them to his people. Underhanded and perhaps manipulative... yet it must be so. ] I shall make sure that all is documented incase the need arises. That is, if you could spare the time for one more dusty tome.
[ The Starlight Festival. One exchanges gifts like the Knights of Ishgard of eld. She is certainly deserving of one - even more so after what she has given him. It is considerably dangerous and any in his postion would call it folly. However, he decides, that something must be given in return.
The moment she raises her head to look up at him she finds a wide smile on his face. One that certainly does not fit an older man. Even more so, if she looks closely, his head tilts enough so she might catch the ruby eye filled with light looking to hold her gaze. ]
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The Crystal Exarch pauses the moment she reaches for the hand made of flesh. Or course, he is not truly there. A magick that can trick and fool the senses... all but touch. The part of him that remains a young man eager for adventure leaps at the sight. His heart pounds and it takes all that he has learned these long years to keep himself in some regard of what one considers a leader. Perhaps to ease her own heart, or keep the rouse that she seems to be under, or to even be selfish for a token moment, the Crystal Exarch curls her hand around hers. She feels nothing, of course, but the notion yet may be enough.
He steps towards her, enough so that the small amount of height he has on her is noticeable. If his plan truly enacts as it ought to? She will have her wish granted. She will meet the people he cares for, perhaps even share in their joy and their pain. If only he could properly discern the right time and place to meet her at... ]
Fate is ever fickle. We might believe we know our destined path, then she calls upon us when we least expect. You may yet meet them. [ As he cannot tell her the designs he has. It is too early for her. Even then, she and her sister must not know until he has properly seen them to his people. Underhanded and perhaps manipulative... yet it must be so. ] I shall make sure that all is documented incase the need arises. That is, if you could spare the time for one more dusty tome.
[ The Starlight Festival. One exchanges gifts like the Knights of Ishgard of eld. She is certainly deserving of one - even more so after what she has given him. It is considerably dangerous and any in his postion would call it folly. However, he decides, that something must be given in return.
The moment she raises her head to look up at him she finds a wide smile on his face. One that certainly does not fit an older man. Even more so, if she looks closely, his head tilts enough so she might catch the ruby eye filled with light looking to hold her gaze. ]