Oh. I see. [ The fact certainly takes him back, with a tilt of his head as he thinks. ] All my findings I had encountered pointed to the fact she had been given the title and taken his name. Curious indeed.
[ Perhaps, then, she had merely used the titles and name due to intent? The records of such a time were not well kept and documented. If anything, the people of Ishgard clung to the memories of the old noble who documented all of the Warriors of Light time in their lands. It may have very well been a sign of respect to call one such warrior by intended titles and names.
The Exarch hums only slightly in thought. It is rather impossible now to look into such things. ]
I had not always had need for a hood and such detailed robes. In fact, they were a gift to me from the people in Lakeland. The very same who deemed it needed to give me my title as well.
[ He shakes his head. All of it has been of good purpose so far. He has no complaints and no regrets. ]
Perhaps it does in the old languages of the First. Much knowledge was lost in the flood, you see. A hundred years of damage done to this world has certainly left its mark.
[ The Exarch glances over his shoulder at her as she works. He smiles then, tying the balloon's end into a knot. He allows a moment to pass before he swiftly turns and launches said balloon filled with water at her person.
Pop!
That smile on his face turns into a grin as he folds his arms and watches her reaction unfold. Then, a laugh. One to echo the one he let out so long ago in Ishgard. ]
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[ Perhaps, then, she had merely used the titles and name due to intent? The records of such a time were not well kept and documented. If anything, the people of Ishgard clung to the memories of the old noble who documented all of the Warriors of Light time in their lands. It may have very well been a sign of respect to call one such warrior by intended titles and names.
The Exarch hums only slightly in thought. It is rather impossible now to look into such things. ]
I had not always had need for a hood and such detailed robes. In fact, they were a gift to me from the people in Lakeland. The very same who deemed it needed to give me my title as well.
[ He shakes his head. All of it has been of good purpose so far. He has no complaints and no regrets. ]
Perhaps it does in the old languages of the First. Much knowledge was lost in the flood, you see. A hundred years of damage done to this world has certainly left its mark.
[ The Exarch glances over his shoulder at her as she works. He smiles then, tying the balloon's end into a knot. He allows a moment to pass before he swiftly turns and launches said balloon filled with water at her person.
Pop!
That smile on his face turns into a grin as he folds his arms and watches her reaction unfold. Then, a laugh. One to echo the one he let out so long ago in Ishgard. ]
As I had said: a far cry from a snowball indeed.