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Ever Heavensward (3.0)
β Ishgard Meetings, Part 2
β As Goes Light, So Goes Darkness (3.1)
β Unfleeting Emotions
β The Gears of Change (3.2)
β Heavy Hearts, Part 2
β Revenge of the Horde (3.3)
β Starlight Festival (Alkaid)
β Starlight Festival (KP)
β Ishgard Meetings, Part 2
β As Goes Light, So Goes Darkness (3.1)
β Unfleeting Emotions
β The Gears of Change (3.2)
β Heavy Hearts, Part 2
β Revenge of the Horde (3.3)
β Starlight Festival (Alkaid)
β Starlight Festival (KP)
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It's hard for her to know how she should feel about all this, but her first instinct is to just feel frustrated by the imbalance of knowledge between them. Even so, she can't force him to tell her if he isn't willing. That isn't how she operates or how she wants to be. ]
It was. It really was. [ She can't help the wide smile that spreads across her face as she recalls that day. ]
The thing you have to know about me is that I have never been very good at waiting. [ She may have even told him as much before, but she feels like letting him know again. ] I don't mean to be annoyed; I just hate to wait, especially to learn more about someone as... As infuriatingly mysterious as you.
[ Somewhere, she imagines Alkaid sighing with mild exasperation, but she can't help the way she feels.
Her smile softens just a fraction as he goes on to talk about saving their star. In that respect, they are very much on the same page. ]
Maybe one day, we can work towards saving our star together. [ And then, as if struck by a sudden burst of mischievous inspiration, she quickly bends down to scoop up some snow and forms it into a snowball. Not wanting to take him by surprise, she waits for a moment to make sure he's looking at her before she acts. It would be too rude of her to throw it if he isn't expecting it.
As it is, she's certain this would earn her more than a small amount of disapproval from her mother. But at least she's giving him the courtesy of a warning, right? Right. ]
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Not once do I recall seeing you stay in one place for long. I had thought that your eyes were ever on the horizon. Forever looking onward to the next adventure, the next people to see.
[ His tone grows soft until, finally, he grows quiet all together.
Recollection.
Even in his youth he never thought that she might look his way. At least, if she did, it was as a friend made along the way. Why would she ever think back to their adventure? Why would she think twice about a promise made? She never had the reason to or the inclination to. Looking back at the face she knew and the adventure they once had would surely hold her in place... and all she has ever done has moved forward. Her face a lit with a smile and excitement of what their star has to offer. So many faces, people, deeds. Surely theirs is but a distant memory that might not truly matter much to her now. Yet, it has been the driving force for him.
It is not just their star that he wishes to save. It is a deeper wish - one that he cannot say even if she were to know who he truly was. He may yet tell her when the time is right in a handful of words. Nice, flowery language, that dodges around the heart of the matter. He can already see that it might very well anger her or further frustrate her that he would not be direct in it. Yet, his true wish hardly matters in the scheme of it all. His head tilts back to look at the sky as the snow continues to gently fall.
Faintly, he realizes that she had addressed what he had spoke of. The Crsytal Exarch comes to a stop a few paces ahead of her as he notes that she has stopped. He turns in time to see a snowball in her hands. There is no time to react as it sails towards him and, inevitably, goes straight through him. As if he were nothing more than an echo standing before her.
Perhaps he imagined it, or just perhaps, she has laughed. It is a sound that rings through his whole person. For just a moment, he is taken back to the days around a campfire with those who would seek to know the technologies of Allag. There is nothing but hope, smiles, and laughter. Hers, most inparticular, stands out amid it all. Something of pure joy and happiness. It strikes him then that it has been so long since he heard anyone laugh quite like that. Their days are filled with the struggle of living, yet they push forward with smiles and hopes on their shoulders.
And, yet, none have laughed in such a carefree manner in so long.
A choked laugh escapes him then. His head ducks down, crystallized hand raising to press against his eyes in a hopeless attempt to keep his own emotions in check. How can it be that even after all these years she still has something to teach him? A gentle lesson, one so human that it staggers the mind he has forgotten it at all. Another laugh comes, filled with tangled emotions, but nonetheless one that sticks out the most: ]
... Thank you, K'thisru.
[ Gratitude. Thankfulness. Undying appreciation. ]
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And you know, being a Warrior of Light, I have to go to a lot of different places and meet a lot of people, so it works for me. [ She tilts her head to one side then, giving him a somewhat pointed look. ] I must have met you at some point during my traveling around. Or is it that I haven't met you yet?
[ She likes to think she would remember meeting someone like him, but the fact that he's hiding his face and being vague on certain details is complicating that.
Still, nothing comes to mind no matter how hard she tries to think if she has encountered him before. She decides to simply put that question away for a little while, not forgetting about it, but not focusing on it either. Perhaps it is just a case of having met so many different people, but she still believes that he's not so easily forgotten.
When she goes through with the rather silly action of throwing the snowball at him, she finds she can't hold back a laugh when it goes right through him. For a moment, she's afraid that she offended him, when he was talking about a relatively serious subject, and for just a second she freezes in place.
It isn't until he laughs himself that she relaxes once more. And when he laughs a second time, she doesn't even bother hiding the smile that crosses her face. ]
What? I didn't do anything except act absolutely silly and do something my mother would have frowned upon.
[ She's still smiling, but now there's a look of confusion mixed in with her look of happiness at hearing him laugh. ]
Why thank me?
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An exhale comes from him despite the fact he is not physically present. ]
Too long has it been since those around me could laugh with such ease. Oh, they smile and they jest. They will go through the motions of joy and laughter in a way to reclaim what the feeling truly was. Those that now live have never truly been able to simply be in the moment. They fight, they preserver, they live, and they survive. Joy, however...
[ A smile spreads to his face as his gaze once more falls to her. His ruby eyes lock with hers even if she cannot see them. The hand made of crystal raises and rests on his chest. ]
You have given me the ability to remember something precious. And, I fully intend to share it with those who have made their home around the shelter I first introduced to them. [ His hand clenches into the details of his robes. ] Joy. Such a simple thing that we can often forget in the mists of war and struggle. Yet, you remember it with such ease, my friend. That is truly a blessing and a gift.
[ Which, of course, merely means he must give her something in return now. ]
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In that moment, regardless of how little she knows about him, she decides that she can call him a friend. After all, it takes very little for two people to become friends with one another.
Deciding to throw caution to the winds, as she does so often in her daily life, she reaches for his hand... not the flesh one, but the crystal one that has caused her to recoil before. He moves it before she can take hold of it, so she reaches for his other hand instead, giving it a squeeze. ]
I know that I don't know your people, and I barely know you, but- Hearing you talk about them... It makes me want to meet them and get to know them.
[ What's more, she wants to help them with whatever their struggle is so that they might be able to know real joy and peace as well. ]
You're going to laugh at me, but I wish- [ She glances down, suddenly feeling like a little shy because of what she's about to say. But after a moment, she continues. ] I wish that I could be there when you do.
[ Then she looks up quickly, because she knows how that sounds: arrogant, prideful... It isn't what she means. ]
Not because I want them to know that I did anything, because really, I didn't. I just think that everyone should have the chance to know what joy is.
[ And I'd like to help give it to them.
She leaves that unsaid, because how can she? She doesn't even know where Exarch is from, or how she would actually go about finding him. All she knows is that she wants to do something to help him and the people he leads.
Her tail lowers, as do her ears, lying flat against her head as she thinks of all the people that she would help if only she could. She and her sister can't be everywhere, of course, but she makes a special mental note to herself to remember Exarch and his people, so that when the time comes and they have the opportunity, they might do something to assist with whatever their needs are. ]
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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. ]
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A connection with him is what she seeks, for reasons even she doesn't fully understand, and when he returns the gesture, curling his hand around hers, she can't hold back the smile that blossoms across her face.
When he steps closer, she tilts her head so that she is looking at him; he is a little taller than she is, but not uncomfortably so. If she stood on her toes, she might be a little closer to his height, but that particular difference doesn't bother her very much. ]
Well, I certainly hope so. Otherwise, I'll have to ask around until I find someone who has heard of you and your people. [ There is a determined note in her voice, but at the same time, she recognizes that he may not wish for her to try finding them before he is ready. In case he is worried about that, she gives a chuckle and shakes her head at herself. ] Even if someone knows of you, I won't use that information to track you down.
[ She can't be completely sure why, but part of her believes that would be going against his wishes. ]
I always have time for dusty tomes.
[ Her smile softens into one of a sort of affection, either for the old books or for him, perhaps even both.
But when he tilts his head, the first thing she notes is that wide smile, which she has already decided that she likes very much. But then she realizes that isn't all he's showing her; she catches sight of a glimpse of his ruby eye, she gasps, taken completely by surprise. He has been so careful to hide most of his face from her, that this sudden revealing, even if it is only of his eye, is quite unexpected.
She isn't sure what she should say, because anything that she might say ordinarily feels absolutely ridiculous when faced with someone like him. Is it awe she is feeling? Respect? Perhaps a bit of both? She isn't sure why, but something about him seems to command those feelings.
And beneath all of that, a memory is stirring, something that she had nearly forgotten about until he revealed his eye. Surely that must be a coincidence, and yet... ]
I- Well, I didn't expect that, since you're just so mysterious, but...
[ Thanking him isn't the right reaction, but she feels like she has to do something.
Nothing she could say feels right, so she settles on wrapping her other hand around his, hoping that, if nothing else, at least her emotions behind the action carry over. ]
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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.
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[ Her expression shifts to a more pensive one as she listens carefully to his counsel. For all her eagerness to just plow on ahead to the next adventure, she isn't foolish enough to ignore sound advice. ] I might not remember every single name of every person that I have met, but I do try to remember at least their faces. Every single one of them is important to me, even if we only met briefly.
[ His next statement causes her to narrow her eyes, because she really doesn't like his words or how he's saying them. ]
You're talking as if you won't be present when that time comes. Of course, I will gladly read any and all tomes, dusty or otherwise, but- I think I would rather talk with you and your people.
[ For reasons she doesn't entirely understand, something about this conversation is bringing a little sadness along with it, and her ears lower just a little further as she ponders everything he's telling her.
As she surveys him, she decides that he looks sad as well, and even disappointed. But more than that, something is weighing on him that he seems reluctant or unwilling to talk about.
When he places her hand on her head once again, her tail springs up and her ears lift just slightly. Something about the gesture is comforting, and for just a moment, she closes her eyes before she opens them and goes on with the conversation. ]
You are mysterious, yes. And, well, I wonder... [ These events happened some time ago, and she was rather distracted by the adventure and the battles that occurred, but she remembers meeting someone else at that time, someone with red hair and curiously colored eyes: eyes that eventually changed to one shade, a shade not unlike the ruby eye she can still see looking at her. ]
I met someone with eyes that looked like yours. [ This would be too brash an action, but if he were physically present, she would give thought to moving his hood just a little more so that she might see more of his face. Perhaps she wouldn't actually complete the action, because doing so would be crossing a line, but she can't pretend she doesn't wish to see more of what he looks like. ]
I'm no writer, but maybe I'll write that story. [ She is no historian either, so she would have to ensure that she had all the facts, since she hasn't been documenting them this whole time, but still. ]
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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?
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If nothing else, at least my sister would be happy to learn that I finally became more patient. [ She laughs again, knowing full well that Alkaid values her as she is, and doesn't seem to expect that she change too much. Maybe some of her enthusiasm could be tempered, but the last thing that K'thisru wants is to become an exact mirror image of her sister. Learn lessons from her, yes; become exactly like her in every way, no. ]
Well, I hope so. For a moment there, I worried that you might not be there at all, either because of time or because something else would keep you occupied. [ For the first time, she wonders about his age. If he is ahead of her, then wouldn't that mean that there is a possibility that he might not be present at all due to the passage of time. ] I will be holding you to that, you know.
[ The grand tour, that is. She wants to meet him in the flesh and see everything that she can, with him there to act as guide. ]
Well, there are red eyes, and then there are red eyes. It's at least a little curious.
[ She might not be able to recall the entire conversation about Allagan royalty and eye color, but she vaguely remembers there being something linking the two. ]
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[ A gentle chuckle comes from him. ] No, I full well intend that I am there to great you when you finally arrive. It would be rude to invite one into my home and not be there to receive them.
[ He chuckles slightly. ] Perhaps it is simply the light making them look redder than they truly are.
[ The Crystal Exarch has to fight himself from reacting out of turn. Perhaps she has begun to suspect who he is. Apart of him is elated at the idea that he would be worthy enough of her memories. The other knows that it matters not in the grand scheme of things. ]
You sound as if you are very familiar with this particular shade of red. Mayhap I inquire as to how and why?
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Exactly, that would be so rude that I might even hold a grudge for a little while. [ She manages to keep a serious expression for about ten seconds before it slips and she chuckles. ]
The light? [ She huffs out an amused laugh. ] It could have been, I suppose, but part of me doesn't think so. I'm not familiar with it, not really, but what does seem strange to me is that someone's eyes would change from one blue eye and one red to two red eyes. At least, that's what happened to this person that I met.
[ There was more to it than that, she's certain, but a lot of the details about how it all happened are a little bit foggy to her. ]
It wasn't just that one eye decided it was a good time to change colors, of course. [ Again, she laughs, clearly amused by that idea and its ridiculousness. ]
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[ She must stay the course. Ala Mhigo, Doma, Eorzea. All things must come together and have been done in order for the next step. If he acts too soon then it will irreparably change things. Those few details must happen. Oh, he would tell her of all of it to prepare her if he could. It will have many hard ships and many upsets. However, she will prevail through them a ll and the tasks he will give her. He will make sure of it. ]
Hm. An odd trick indeed to change one's eye. Magick, perhaps?
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[ So long as evil remains in the world, she knows that is how it must be, and she and her sister will just continue doing their duty. ]
Then I will just try to be patient and wait for that time to come. [ She imagines she will have plenty to distract her until that time, as that is usually how it goes.
She tilts her head, wishing not for the first time that she could see his face so that she might read his expression, but of course, that hood of his keeps it hidden from her. ]
Well, there were two people that we met who did some kind of exchange, and that was when his eye changed. [ She ought to recall the names of everyone who was present at that time, and she might be able to if she thought hard enough about it, but they seem to be escaping her for now. ] It must have been some kind of magick.
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[ He intends to make certain that it is a happy ending. One that does not end with the looming of dark tides. Yes, he is determined to make a better future for her to exist in. There was a time he had tasked her with such a thing... and yet now he was the one that will do that task for her. And not only her, but her sister, and all of Eorzea.
The crystalline hand raises to rest on his chin in thought. Of course, it is very much the opposite. Hidden within the depths of his hood are wide ruby eyes that shake. Fear, excitement? He can hardly tell which emotion it is. He has become a master at hiding so much that pretending to be in thought to her notes is but a simple task. When, truthfully, he is beyond touched that she would remember such details of his youth. He surely did not make such an impactful presence on her. Otherwise, she might have spared him more than the conversational glance or look.
A sigh as he closes his eyes under the hood. ]
Transference of sorts. A bestowing of power from one to another. Curious that it changed his eyes from one to another. [ He pauses. Of course, he knows exactly what it was. ] The power your mysterious friend gained must have triggered some change within him. Something dormant, perhaps? Or, mayhap even increasing what was once already inside him. A tale of interest nonetheless.
Tell me, my friend. Have you thought to ask him yourself for clearer details? I cannot imagine one would refuse a Warrior of Light's curiosity.
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Once, when she was younger, she said that resting was boring, but now she feels a little bit differently. ]
I'd ask how you're so certain about that, but I'm sure you would just tell me to wait and see how it all turns out. It must be something, knowing all these things that others can't yet know, but from where I'm standing...
[ She shakes her head once, trying not to feel too much frustration or direct it at him, even though part of her says it's deserved. ]
It's- Well, it's frustrating. I don't know how else to say it.
[ Her tail twitches then, as if further indicating how frustrated she feels because of all this. ]
I don't know, I never really understood how all that worked. He did, I think, and so did the people who did the transferring. The bestowing.
[ Then she huffs out a small sigh. ] I would ask him, you know, but he sealed himself inside the... [ It takes a moment for the name to return to her. ] The Crystal Tower. He said that he would wake up when the time was right, when Eorzea was the same as the Allagans. Or, well, at least at the same level as them.
I'm sure my sister could recall the whole conversation better than I could, but that's what I remember him saying.
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She remembers pieces and the general scope of things. If he were to be truthful? It is more than he had hoped for. He thought that perhaps she remembered some young fool sealing himself inside, but never the extent of it beyond that. His heart leaps into his throat. Whatever joy he may feel is dampened by the pure fact that she is so very upset with him. An upset that he can hardly elevate.
Slowly, his crystal hand lowers and his head turns to face her. Ruby eyes meet hers even if she cannot meet his gaze properly. ]
I do not know how your story will end or if it will be that of happiness. I pray that it is. I hope. I am determined to see that the path you walk will lead you to that. All that is in my power that I may use to achieve such an end will be dedicated to it. This, I can assure you.
There is no doubt that my promises ring hollow and seem empty. Something so far away that cannot be obtained or even seen. But, please, K'thisru, know this. Everything that I do is to set in motion a better future for our star--for your future. Nothing is withheld due to malice or ill-contempt, least of all mistrust.
[ His hand of flesh raises to touch her and yet hesitates at the last moment. It hangs in the air before finally settling back down at his side. There is little he has done to earn her trust, let alone the right to touch her. ]
As for your friend locked away within the Crystal Tower? There is no doubt in my mind that he watches you from afar and cheers for your success. That he prays for your well-being. So many of us do.
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By now, she knows that she cannot reach out and touch him, because he is only a projection, but she has always been too impulsive especially when her emotions are running high, and now is no exception to that.
Rather than answer right away, she steps closer to him and reaches out to snatch at his hood. He isn't too much taller than she is, but she still has to stand on her toes in order to get close enough. And of course, her hand passes right through as she knew it would, but if they were in person, the state of her temper would have been enough to cause her to want to pull his hood off, or at least try to. ]
I had to do that, at least once. [ She shakes her head with another huff before her shoulders drop and she tries to calm herself once more. ] I know that it wouldn't have worked, but-
[ She scuffs one foot against the ground, no longer really angry, just reluctantly resigned to being several steps behind him, at least for now. ]
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His eyes shut despite the fact he knows full well she cannot remove his hood. There is a hope that if his eyes remained shut she may not discern his identity. Even there are other telling sides of who he is. His hands clutch slightly at his sides.
What is he to say? He has explained what he can, apologized, even though he knows the words will ring hollow and remain flat. She has no need to trust him when his identity is shrouded from her. No amount of words will ease her justified frustration and mistrust.
Perhaps he ought to take his leave. ]
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This time, she stamps her foot lightly on the ground, and instead of trying and failing to remove his hood, she reaches for his face. ]
Come on, don't look like that. I can't really see you because of that silly hood, but I think you look better smiling.
[ She knows she's done what her sister has told her not to do: she has been too honest, too open with her thoughts and feelings, and it's obvious to her that she's hurt him in the process. ]
It isn't even you I'm mad at. [ What is she mad at, then? Time itself? ] All right, well, I am a little, but I want...
[ This time, she places her hand against his face, or as close as she can get without her hand phasing through him. ]
I want to help you, and I want you to not be so sad.
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There is very little to be happy about. We make our small moments, we remember how to smile, and we fight with everything that we are. However... I believe I can bring something back to them from our conversation. Snow is not available to us, but, substitutions can be made.
[ He is certain someone will complain of how supplies are limited. That it is not the time for such frivolities. Yet, he has learned a valuable lesson from her. ]
I will endeavor to keep a smile henceforth. It is, after all, advice from the esteemed Warrior of Light.
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I- I didn't mean it like that. Of course it would be hard to smile when in a situation like yours. [ Whatever it is, since she still doesn't know what struggle they're actually facing. Her ears lower as does her tail, because she feels helpless to actually do anything for them, no matter how much she wishes she could.
If she had a hood of her own, she would use it to hide her eyes from him right now, because she feels as though she doesn't deserve his praise or his admiration, not after just upsetting him. ]
What can I do to help you right now? [ Her earlier thought that she might continue showing him around the city feels foolish in light of his reactions, but she must do something truly meaningful and more than just a well-intentioned but ultimately pointless request to smile. ]
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[ Despite all that has been said? He does smile at her. This situation is of his own making after all. He has elected to contact her and her sister in such a manner in a gentler way; to save them both pain and struggle in learning new magick. ]
Continue to smile and remind old men such as myself the joy it brings. As for something less abstract and more immediate? I do believe you had mentioned showing me something.
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Of course. That only makes sense, but I wouldn't want you or your people thinking that I was completely thoughtless and not thinking at all about what you're going through. [ If she could just find a way to reach them, timeline or no timeline, in order to do some useful action to help them, she would. But even with all of her stubbornness and will, she knows she can't do that, not until the time is right.
She remembers belatedly that she wished to bring him to what she considers the best vantage point in the city. It isn't even a place she found on her own, but rather, it happens to be the favored spot of a certain Lord Speaker. ]
Yes, I do want to show you something. [ She would take hold of his hand as they walked along if only she could, but she has to just settle for offering him the warmest smile she can manage. ] It isn't far from here at all.
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