[ Her gaze shifts from his face to the crystal that he holds. The crystal itself holds no memories within in it. She presumes it is because it was made in secret, as opposed to her and K'thisru being present. She had not expected him to have any reaction to the crystal, in the sense that it might awaken something ancient. No star shower bad been present to stir the Echo, and Hydaelyn had not reached out to him.
His gaze is upwards and into a time far away, but she worries what he might find in his remembrance. A sinking feeling takes her then--one she has felt before. One that speaks of lost chances and partings, either through ancient times or various lives. One that speaks that she has not only found him once more, but is sharing a life that she has longed for.
She presses her nose to the side of his arm with worry clearly still written on her face. Of course, she can remember the time when a part of her desperately tried to reach out to him. Azem trying and trying to reach out to Costas and affirm they had found one another and truly could live their lives together. However, she had settled that perhaps Aymeric may never experience those ancient feelings as she had. He had not seen the ruins of Amaurot, nor had he seen the aetheric recreation. Yet, somehow, a crystal lacking in memories and his ancient name seem to have rekindled something.
Part of her fears that the memories he speaks of are far from happy. Still, she steels herself and squeezes his hand once more to give comfort and encourage him. ]
I'm not certain we can truly recall them... not without a catalyst that would trigger them. [ Her gaze lowers. ] The Ascians had their crystals made with memories stores inside. The Echo is merely abilities we had as ancient beings....
[ After all Aymeric has been through? She is not certain she would wish a catalyst to fall on him. She glances up, eyebrows drawn together, gauging his expression and body language. Once more she nudges his arm with her nose in an attempt to comfort.
Then, her ears raise. ]
My name?
[ She had settled on Azem being enough of a name. But... he knows the name she was born with? The one he knew her by? ]
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His gaze is upwards and into a time far away, but she worries what he might find in his remembrance. A sinking feeling takes her then--one she has felt before. One that speaks of lost chances and partings, either through ancient times or various lives. One that speaks that she has not only found him once more, but is sharing a life that she has longed for.
She presses her nose to the side of his arm with worry clearly still written on her face. Of course, she can remember the time when a part of her desperately tried to reach out to him. Azem trying and trying to reach out to Costas and affirm they had found one another and truly could live their lives together. However, she had settled that perhaps Aymeric may never experience those ancient feelings as she had. He had not seen the ruins of Amaurot, nor had he seen the aetheric recreation. Yet, somehow, a crystal lacking in memories and his ancient name seem to have rekindled something.
Part of her fears that the memories he speaks of are far from happy. Still, she steels herself and squeezes his hand once more to give comfort and encourage him. ]
I'm not certain we can truly recall them... not without a catalyst that would trigger them. [ Her gaze lowers. ] The Ascians had their crystals made with memories stores inside. The Echo is merely abilities we had as ancient beings....
[ After all Aymeric has been through? She is not certain she would wish a catalyst to fall on him. She glances up, eyebrows drawn together, gauging his expression and body language. Once more she nudges his arm with her nose in an attempt to comfort.
Then, her ears raise. ]
My name?
[ She had settled on Azem being enough of a name. But... he knows the name she was born with? The one he knew her by? ]