Perhaps, then, one might become better acquainted with patience. Her reward is often worth it. [ He smiles despite the tone of their conversation.
As a young man, he never would have believed it would be him to comfort either of the Warriors of Light. Least of all to guide them down a path that might yet determine a brighter future. He had full expected to wake and read of their deeds in books, hear the songs of their tales. He had braced himself for the heartbreak and longing for days unseen and adventures he wished to live beside them. Fate, however, is fickle and determined a very different role for him. Which is why he must be certain they never learn of his identity, even if his very heart cries against the idea. His role is not to be apart of their story, but to see that their story continues on forward. When that role is fulfilled, then he will step back as he once did before. Merely a cameo -- a footnote -- in a grand epic that will be told for ages to come.
He longs to be able to truly feel her hair under his fingers. Though, he imagines such gestures cannot happen once he has contacted her in the time he must. The gesture will remain a kind one in fond memories that she might look back on. For what he asks her to do will be so monumental and so consuming that there very well may not be time for such things. ]
I will most certainly be there when it is time for you to meet my people. After all, who but I to give you the grand tour?
[ He falls silent and still as he wonders how best to answer her query. While that part of him wishes to pull off his good and reveal who he is? It cannot be done. Misdirection, lies, manipulation. Although, should it fall the way he needs it to? She will never know who he truly is and thus her ire will not taint whatever fond memories she might have of their time together in his youth. ]
Red eyes are fairly common where I hail from. [ He tiles his head as if to ponder the notion. ] I had not thought they were very particular in nature. Is it that curious?
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As a young man, he never would have believed it would be him to comfort either of the Warriors of Light. Least of all to guide them down a path that might yet determine a brighter future. He had full expected to wake and read of their deeds in books, hear the songs of their tales. He had braced himself for the heartbreak and longing for days unseen and adventures he wished to live beside them. Fate, however, is fickle and determined a very different role for him. Which is why he must be certain they never learn of his identity, even if his very heart cries against the idea. His role is not to be apart of their story, but to see that their story continues on forward. When that role is fulfilled, then he will step back as he once did before. Merely a cameo -- a footnote -- in a grand epic that will be told for ages to come.
He longs to be able to truly feel her hair under his fingers. Though, he imagines such gestures cannot happen once he has contacted her in the time he must. The gesture will remain a kind one in fond memories that she might look back on. For what he asks her to do will be so monumental and so consuming that there very well may not be time for such things. ]
I will most certainly be there when it is time for you to meet my people. After all, who but I to give you the grand tour?
[ He falls silent and still as he wonders how best to answer her query. While that part of him wishes to pull off his good and reveal who he is? It cannot be done. Misdirection, lies, manipulation. Although, should it fall the way he needs it to? She will never know who he truly is and thus her ire will not taint whatever fond memories she might have of their time together in his youth. ]
Red eyes are fairly common where I hail from. [ He tiles his head as if to ponder the notion. ] I had not thought they were very particular in nature. Is it that curious?