[ Her gaze softens only slightly as she watches the expression he wears shift. While she does not have the talent of reading people as he does? She has the experience and ability to read him. Alkaid had not expected him to respond much at all to her desires. In fact, she had thought he might mock her or belittle them. The conflict on his face is enough to help fan the embers of hope inside her heart. The ones that feel nurtured by undercurrent of love and strength that is certainly not her own.
After a brief moment of debating with herself, she carefully unwinds her hands to lift once more to either side of his face. The metal of her engagement ring rests against his skin as she rarely takes it off. ]
Primals feast on aether--needing more and more to sustain them. If King Thordan has been summoned as he had been before? We do not know what aetheric pulls he will draw from the people of Ishgard; from the land itself. [ Her head tilts slightly, her pink tinged bangs sweeping to the side as she does. ] If I am forced to pick between Ishgard's people and King Thordan? I would have to.
[ She could expound on the idea that there would be no peace in Ishgard if the primal and his knights continually drew from the people and its land. She could argue more that all Aymeric would truly be placing into effect would be the countless of sacrifices of people's aether to sustain the primal that insists he is the Lord Speaker's father. Perhaps even she should. Yet, she feels it would go unheard and simply brushed off. Logic does not have a place when it comes to those that are tempered.
As to his other question? Alkaid does not answer with words. Instead she places her lips on his and lets her eyes close. Words area easy to sway and phrase. Actions of the heart, however, have a way of speaking despite themselves. He might still only kiss her to meet a base expectations--which is what she truly believes he will do--but she still hopes it might still get through to him. That somehow she might keep some part of who he is alive against Thordan's will. ]
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After a brief moment of debating with herself, she carefully unwinds her hands to lift once more to either side of his face. The metal of her engagement ring rests against his skin as she rarely takes it off. ]
Primals feast on aether--needing more and more to sustain them. If King Thordan has been summoned as he had been before? We do not know what aetheric pulls he will draw from the people of Ishgard; from the land itself. [ Her head tilts slightly, her pink tinged bangs sweeping to the side as she does. ] If I am forced to pick between Ishgard's people and King Thordan? I would have to.
[ She could expound on the idea that there would be no peace in Ishgard if the primal and his knights continually drew from the people and its land. She could argue more that all Aymeric would truly be placing into effect would be the countless of sacrifices of people's aether to sustain the primal that insists he is the Lord Speaker's father. Perhaps even she should. Yet, she feels it would go unheard and simply brushed off. Logic does not have a place when it comes to those that are tempered.
As to his other question? Alkaid does not answer with words. Instead she places her lips on his and lets her eyes close. Words area easy to sway and phrase. Actions of the heart, however, have a way of speaking despite themselves. He might still only kiss her to meet a base expectations--which is what she truly believes he will do--but she still hopes it might still get through to him. That somehow she might keep some part of who he is alive against Thordan's will. ]