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unnecessaryflourishes) wrote2020-08-21 11:32 pm
unnecessaryflourishes) wrote2020-08-21 11:32 pm
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[The forests of Rak'tika are never particularly loud, by most standards. Oh, there are the various noises of the creatures living there, but the vast majority of the inhabitants tend to not stray too far from their relative villages and - provided one knows where to go to avoid the usual paths - it's a perfect suitable place to take a nap. As such, it should perhaps come as no surprise that's exactly what he's done. Simply settled in against the trunk of a suitable tree and let himself drift away.
As such, he is quite unaware of the fact that between one moment and the next he's not the only individual from another world present in the forest. Instead, he sleeps on, quite unaware of anything else going on.]
As such, he is quite unaware of the fact that between one moment and the next he's not the only individual from another world present in the forest. Instead, he sleeps on, quite unaware of anything else going on.]
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You said it yourself. Who can sleep, with this excess of Light polluting the skies?
[It's another non-answer. Or at least, not a direct answer to his being too old to need someone to keep an eye on him. But it is a truth, and it's not as if she hasn't already commented on the presence of the Light being enough to give someone a headache.]
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[There's a finger prodding at his side, a persistent jabbing that will not relent until he does.]
You can talk for ages and still not give a straight answer! It feels like you just enjoy being frustrating.
[When she sighs it's heavy, her nose wrinkling as she thinks.]
Or is it because I ask too many questions? I suppose that's fair, I guess I did just bother you because you were the first person I saw.
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Like, for instance, not giving a straight answer. Which it should be noted is still not his immediate response.]
Forgive me. I've forgotten what it's like to speak to someone with such a genuine interest.
[The apology is - mostly - genuine. But there's still something in his voice that makes it ring just that little bit off. Like it's something that's almost forced, regardless of how true it is. Still, he does at least continue on. And better still, the almost-forced tone is gone from his voice.]
Besides, it's not as if I didn't choose to answer. Although I'll admit that, yes, I wasn't expecting quite so many questions.
[Even if he probably should have, between her being an echo of one of his oldest friends and newly arrived to the First besides.]
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[Not that she can really talk, but that was then, and she'd had her reasons. Still, the poking stops, and the wrinkles along the bridge of her nose smooth out as she smiles bright enough that it lights up her eyes.]
I'll try not to totally overwhelm you with them, next time. It's just that this place is so interesting, and the company's pretty fascinating too.
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[And in fairness, they wouldn't be wrong. He is an inveterate schemer, and has been actively working to nefarious ends for centuries besides. But that doesn't mean that he's any less capable of offering genuine advice and assistance all the same.]
Still, the restraint is... appreciated.
[That he's still willing to answer the questions is probably a good sign. Especially when he could have just as easily brought her to the Crystarium and then disappeared off into the darkness again. But that she's willing to make an attempt to not overwhelm him either is still something he's not going to complain about in the slightest.]