If it does, then they will most certainly contact you. The Alliance themselves may even do so while they have sent the Scions on their errands. [ A shrug. Even he noticed how often the Scions would leave in order to deal with another city-state's needs while they sought a way to end the Dragonsong War. It is not his place to comment of course. Politics is far from what he cares to be indebted to. ] Pondering, by far, is one of your better skills.
I am certain we would find common ground. That does not mean I would wish to be in their service or roped into their doings. [ A shake of his head follows the statement. No, he would prefer to live his life wandering and seeing much of what he has not been able to. There are many grievances he must make up for in his own right. ] You would have followed the example of the Borels at some point, Aymeric.
[ His face falls back into its typical stoic nature as he listens to Aymeric speak. The way the frustration shows and the rather vague nature all but confirms in his mind who it is that he is betrothed to. A fine fit in his mind, yet he imagines it must be harder than either would let on. Who knows where the Warriors of Light are in this moment, and that no doubt is eating at his friend's heart. He is used to knowing who is where and what they are doing as reports filter in through the day.
Estinien closes his eyes as he sorts for the best way to find what it is he would say on this matter. The easiest path to say he knows who it is the Lord Speaker has offered his hand to without saying her name directly. Again, it was hardly difficult to deduce after spending as much time as he has with either party. Aymeric would practically glow whenever the Warrior of Lights were near, and his eyes would fall to one in particular. If it had not been for that? Well, the lilies in the parlor were certainly a give away. ]
It must be difficult for you, my friend. You are used to reports daily of where each piece of Ishgard movies and her soldiers. I cannot imagine the worry and frustration you must have being unable to ascertain just where beyond Baelsar's Wall she currently is. [ One eye opens with a smirk touching the corners of his face. ] Finding a lily in the Far East would not be difficult for the right people.
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I am certain we would find common ground. That does not mean I would wish to be in their service or roped into their doings. [ A shake of his head follows the statement. No, he would prefer to live his life wandering and seeing much of what he has not been able to. There are many grievances he must make up for in his own right. ] You would have followed the example of the Borels at some point, Aymeric.
[ His face falls back into its typical stoic nature as he listens to Aymeric speak. The way the frustration shows and the rather vague nature all but confirms in his mind who it is that he is betrothed to. A fine fit in his mind, yet he imagines it must be harder than either would let on. Who knows where the Warriors of Light are in this moment, and that no doubt is eating at his friend's heart. He is used to knowing who is where and what they are doing as reports filter in through the day.
Estinien closes his eyes as he sorts for the best way to find what it is he would say on this matter. The easiest path to say he knows who it is the Lord Speaker has offered his hand to without saying her name directly. Again, it was hardly difficult to deduce after spending as much time as he has with either party. Aymeric would practically glow whenever the Warrior of Lights were near, and his eyes would fall to one in particular. If it had not been for that? Well, the lilies in the parlor were certainly a give away. ]
It must be difficult for you, my friend. You are used to reports daily of where each piece of Ishgard movies and her soldiers. I cannot imagine the worry and frustration you must have being unable to ascertain just where beyond Baelsar's Wall she currently is. [ One eye opens with a smirk touching the corners of his face. ] Finding a lily in the Far East would not be difficult for the right people.