[ Seeing her smile in person is far better than what his memories suggest. He has failed to realize the light that seems to simply radiate off her in waves. Perhaps that is why he cannot stand to see her so sullen. Knowing his identity could put so much at risk, and yet, he for a brief moment is willing to take that chance. If only so that she may keep smiling for those around her. The smile that can light an entire room and give so many people hope. Surely a glance at who is underneath the hood is worth that. ]
Ask all that you might, and none will have heard of me or my people. [ A shake of his head accompanies his teasing smile. ] Patience is a virtue and one that will be paid if you can merely hold on just a while longer. Keep your head high and move forward without looking back just as you always have. Journey to those far away lands and know their people. Even if the names, the faces, and the smiles all disappear from your memory. We will remember you and your dear sister.
Then, once your journey ends, and you have lived a life filled with fulfillment? Mayhap you will look back at the tomes we have written. You may look back at adventures long forgotten fondly and with a smile of remembrance.
[ His eyes widen slightly at her reaction. Everything in him freezes as he waits to see what she might say next--do next. Has she discerned who he is? Could she have remembered him even though their adventure was long ago even by her point in time? He waits with held breath until she takes his hand. His gaze drops to their hands and for a brief moment it feels as if his heart might not stop beating. A swell of emotions surges inside him at the mere idea of a chance she truly knows who he is...
Of course, then, he reminds himself he is no longer that young man who would race after her and her sister if he all but could. There is a wonderment in her eyes, but not recollection. The hope that soared oh so very high for a brief moment dampens into the realization of the reality surrounding him once again. He has ever been but a footnote in the story of the Warriors of Light, and he ever shall be. Perhaps he will be named in a paragraph in the dusty tomes that they will write of the sister's exploits. Yes, footnote. That is all they will ever need him to be.
His hand made still of flesh raises to gently rest on the top of her head. ]
I am rather mysterious, am I not? [ A jest to pass off the sudden ache that seems to fill his very soul. He has designed the plan to be this way--why should he feel such disappointment? It is not her fault. He has made it so she would not recognize him. But, it would seem that some small part of him hoped against all odds that she could see through his rouse. ] A man seemingly displaced attempting to reach the famed Warriors of Light only to miss the mark by a considerable amount of time each attempt. It would have the makings of a story.
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Ask all that you might, and none will have heard of me or my people. [ A shake of his head accompanies his teasing smile. ] Patience is a virtue and one that will be paid if you can merely hold on just a while longer. Keep your head high and move forward without looking back just as you always have. Journey to those far away lands and know their people. Even if the names, the faces, and the smiles all disappear from your memory. We will remember you and your dear sister.
Then, once your journey ends, and you have lived a life filled with fulfillment? Mayhap you will look back at the tomes we have written. You may look back at adventures long forgotten fondly and with a smile of remembrance.
[ His eyes widen slightly at her reaction. Everything in him freezes as he waits to see what she might say next--do next. Has she discerned who he is? Could she have remembered him even though their adventure was long ago even by her point in time? He waits with held breath until she takes his hand. His gaze drops to their hands and for a brief moment it feels as if his heart might not stop beating. A swell of emotions surges inside him at the mere idea of a chance she truly knows who he is...
Of course, then, he reminds himself he is no longer that young man who would race after her and her sister if he all but could. There is a wonderment in her eyes, but not recollection. The hope that soared oh so very high for a brief moment dampens into the realization of the reality surrounding him once again. He has ever been but a footnote in the story of the Warriors of Light, and he ever shall be. Perhaps he will be named in a paragraph in the dusty tomes that they will write of the sister's exploits. Yes, footnote. That is all they will ever need him to be.
His hand made still of flesh raises to gently rest on the top of her head. ]
I am rather mysterious, am I not? [ A jest to pass off the sudden ache that seems to fill his very soul. He has designed the plan to be this way--why should he feel such disappointment? It is not her fault. He has made it so she would not recognize him. But, it would seem that some small part of him hoped against all odds that she could see through his rouse. ] A man seemingly displaced attempting to reach the famed Warriors of Light only to miss the mark by a considerable amount of time each attempt. It would have the makings of a story.