Elpis was... beautiful. Even with the underlying troubles with how things were run, and the way everyone assumed that he was a familiar. If not for the troubles looming large, Mikka could've happily spent days utterly absorbed in the green growth of the place. It almost made him think of home. Especially when he found a small alcove that seemed all but ripped from memory.
The others might notice him missing, and should they come looking for him, they'd find the Miqo'te here, nestled into a small corner near a fall of moonblossoms climbing up a trellis with a pen and paper in hand, though he seemed to have stopped writing, instead staring uncertainly at the page, ears at half-mast, tailtip flicking fretfully. Honestly a bomb could go off near him without his notice at this point.
Hythlodaeus noticed Meteion staring off in one direction, head tilted and an expression of concern on her delicate face, but not intense enough to be worry. He casted his eyes in that direction, and, ah, there he was, Azem's... no, Mikh'tan was not a familiar, for all the cover story they were using. Nor a shadow. The aether was Azem's, only thinner, so he assumed it was some form of Azem, and yet not quite. Certainly not one that knew him and Emet-Selch the way he should, and, yet...
Hythlodaeus's steps were soft and regular as he made his way there, finding Mikh'tan deep in thought. So Hythlodaeus set down the cup of tea next to him gently.
"Come, have something warm and nice."
Hythlodaeus couldn't see emotions, but he could see there was much that Mikh'tan was holding at bay that troubled him. So, he thought, it was time to help a little.
It wasn't common for Azem to slip into moods like this. But when he did, it was entirely like him to hide it from others. Behind his usual bravado, perhaps a bit more reckless than usual until either Hythlodaeus or Emet-Selch bullied him into dealing with whatever was troubling him. It seemed no different in Mikh'tan, though he seemed more to hide such things behind a shy, sweet demeanor more than anything.
He didn't notice Hythlodaeus approaching, or the muf being set near him until he spoke up, and the man could likely see the way the Miqo'te started visibly, pulling a small smile from the aether as quick as a blink, for all the other had certainly seen the pensive, troubled look from before.
"Oh! Hythlodaeus, I didn't... you all aren't waiting on me are you?" He set his pen and paper aside, gingerly taking up the offered tea.
"Heh, heh, you don't need to worry. We'd have come find you in force if we were waiting." Hythlodaeus settled comfortably nearby, a small smile on his lips.
"No, I was just wondering if a little company wouldn't do you good."
He was used to the people he loved not actually coming up and saying what they needed. So he had become, even if he thought so himself, rather adept at discerning what that might be.
"Oh true. I suppose Emet wouldn't have the patience to wait on me overlong, would he?" Mikka mused, taking a slow sip of tea. "He'd be grumbling and grousing as he came looking to drag me off by my ear."
He'd never one to share emotions. Not those beyond positive things, things that might worry or burden others. He'd learned early on that those things didn't... matter. And once they did, he couldn't. Not if he wanted to keep everyone's spirits up.
It meant he was a bit startled by Hythlodaeus' offer, a bit off-guard by being on this side of the equation for once.
"Oh, I was just..." He sighed softly, shaking his head. "I suppose it doesn't really matter at this point."
"Ah, you need not worry too much. It would take something of great urgency for him to do that, you know. For all his grumbling, he's understanding and kind." Hythlodaeus shook his head slightly.
"Why would what steals your thoughts not matter, hmm? I know some of the observers here might not think of that with a 'familiar,' but I have the feeling that what troubles you is never a trifling matter."
Azem's heart was ever as large as the sky. All he met fit in it, and if it was troubled, then comfort truly might be the best idea. Though the reaction made Hythlodaeus's heart tighten slightly. This shy hiding away, what must he have been through, to be aching so?
"In his gruff way." Mikh'tan agreed with a thin little smile, though it faded quick enough when his thoughts drifted to the unfinished letter.
"How could it not be trifling? A thing that only affects me in the face of-" He cut off, the fingers of his free hand drifting over the page, smearing a couple just-drying letters. "It's not a thing with a solution to be found here."
[ He doesn't readily answer that message which implies a couple of things. One, he's tired of conversing and has either fallen into work or a nap. Or two, Hades has up and decided that the best use of his time is really to follow through with the suggestion. There's definitely an acknowledgement that Hythlodaeus wants nothing but the best for him and that much, amongst other things, is no different for Hades. Sometimes he really does want to shake the other and remind him that talent does not solely rely upon one's ability to manipulate aether.
What a pair they really make: one always seeing the best in another rather than themselves. So if Hythlodaeus is so determined to make Hades into something, then he will simply drag the other with him.
Although right now it is more like Hades is dragging himself to Hythlodaeus' doorstep. It's wholly unnecessary and they both know that if Hades really wants to be undisturbed, then nothing and no one would be able to. The fact that he chooses to come here says a great deal more than any of his snippy and sassy words ever will.
And he doesn't bother to knock or anything because Hythlodaeus should just know he's there. ]
[ And Hythlodaeus does know. Between knowing Hades and being far too used to check his environs with his aethersight, by the time Hades comes in, he smiles as he rises to greet him. ]
Well come, my friend. Tea, or will you rather have that nap now and something refreshing later?
[ Both are fine by Hythlodaeus. Yes, he can see Hades is indeed tired. Which... really does not contradict the drunken comment that started the conversation. Tender spirit indeed, though in ways different from many. ]
[ The moment that he steps inside there's a bit of visible relaxation. Or, rather, his shoulders aren't as tense. Whether Hades realizes that he does this or not is anyone's guess. Well not anyone's, really. Hythlodaeus certainly sees it any time it is the two of them ( and sometimes three of them ) and the weight of expectations cease.
And he's tired because one phrase has just thrown him off. Too busy thinking, really. Or thinking becomes overthinking. So really what Hades needs is - ]
Tea first, I would think.
[ To help with the napping, of course. Though now he's just going to make himself comfortable as if he owns the place. Such is his comfortability and familiarity with the place. ]
[ Making himself at home is very good, and the tea is actually just about ready, though it'll take a few minutes to cool down properly - unless Hades helps it along, of course - and gets set on a tray and brought to Hades promptly. ]
How much time do you have? And should I wake you up when it is coming to a close, or is it more flexible?
[ There are moments where Hades can admit that he appreciates Hythlodaeus' foresight. To himself though. Or just knowing him and anticipating what he might want. Or does want. Even that seems to be something that Hyth knows before Hades himself does. Like today, for instance. He hadn't thought he would actually need a different location to rest, but now that he's here?
It's too perfect. ]
Were I to tell you a time, then you would ensure that I go back to work.
[ Which means 1) yes there is something he still needs to do today and 2) it' not terribly important or he'd have already done it. ]
[ Hythlodaeus has a job, and is actually really good at it as it requires analysis and memory more than uses of aether manipulation, and it requires coordinating people and fixing bureaucratic problems rather than more life-threatening ones. But he has long ago figured out what his purpose on this star is, and paying attention to what Hades actually needs is rather important to that. So while he might sometimes not quite manage it, he never stops trying.
The response makes him chuckle, and sit at the end of the couch next to which there is a small table with a pile of books and reports. The invitation to be used as a pillow doesn't get voiced, but even if Hades chooses to lie down the other way around, that's still fine. He's near, and he's not going to be moving much once his friend has drifted off. ]
I see. Then don't blame me if you don't wake up until it's dark outside.
[ The crinkled eyes smooth out slightly, and he tilts his head. ]
Do you want to talk about it all first, or would you rather not hear what I have to say just yet?
[ What he has to repeat, more like, but close enough. ]
[ And Hades' purpose is apparently to be pushed into using his abilities by Hythlodaeus. Likely until the time comes that they are both satisfied. It's not that Hades is necessarily lazy, but just needs that prodding. It's taking the initiative that seems to be his largest issue ( and a strong desire to avoid annoyances ). And that is where his good friend is just that - good for him. ]
You say that as if I would not simply decide to continue sleeping upon noticing that.
[ Which he absolutely would; that is, deciding that it isn't worth getting up so he'd just continue to rest. Hythlodaeus will be seeing that unspoken offer taken, though. Just as soon as tea has been had. It's comfortable. It's familiar. ]
Might as well come out with it while I'm still awake to hear it.
[The moment he steps our of the array, Xie Lian thinks he should have known not to use the dice for transport without Hua Cheng around.
His cursed shackles are gone, so one would think that all the bad luck in his life has evaporated. One would, apparently, be wrong.
This is not any place he's been to before and he doesn't recognize any of it. It's quite vibrant and there are people around but they don't really seem to be paying much attention to him until suddenly, someone is in his way and he almost bumps into them.
The person is wearing a long brown robe and a mask, and even with that, Xie Lian can tell they don't look happy.]
'Whose prototype is this? Why is it unregistered? Who let something this powerful outside of their containment area?'
[Xie Lian looks around in confusion but there's no two way around it. That person seems to be talking about... him.]
[ The soft, confident voice comes addressing the masked man, but belongs to someone whose face is uncovered, bearing an easy smile. ]
This one is not causing any trouble, now, is it? Let me help a little, if I may?
Ah... if you would be so kind...?
Of course, of course. [ The purple hair inclines in return for the shallow bow, and the amethyst eyes fix on the newcomer, crinkling a little with a smile. ]
Good morrow, I am Hythlodaeus. If you would follow me, I believe we can find a place to talk without alarming people who are merely doing their work...?
[Here comes salvation, and Xie Lian doesn't question it, quickly trotting towards the purple-haired stranger - and belatedly realizing he's quite tall.]
... Excuse me but... where is this? I don't recognize anything and it's definitely not where I was trying to go.
And why did that person call me a prototype?
... to give his husband an impossible heart attack by going missing?
[ Hythlodaus smiles, and walks a little distance until they can take the viw better - and more privately. ]
Welcome, my new friend, at the testing ground of creation at Heaven's edge. [ So... the array worked inasmuch as the goal was Heaven, right? A Heaven? ]
It is where new life form concepts are observed to see if they are fit to exist on their own and just about everything needs to have someone responsible for it. That is why the guide back there was upset, for the most part.
[ Hythlodaeus's smile is like the sun. ]
Whether or not the guess about you was correct... or not.
He's not missing, just not where he was supposed to go!
[The man - Hythlodaeus - is quite calm and collected, and Xie Lian himself is not one to easily panic. He smiles back and takes in the information, and shakes his head.]
No, I'm not a prototype. I was using a transportation array to go somewhere and I assume something went wrong and it brought me here instead.
... And I've never heard of anything like that in Heaven, and if there was, I would know, so I must have gone really far away from where I meant to go.
[Suddenly, his eyes widen a bit.]
Oh, give me just a second.
[He shakes one of his sleeves, and suddenly a silver butterfly fleets out, and perches on his fingers and he lifts it up to his face.]
Go tell Hua Cheng I'm fine and I'll be home as soon as I can, alright?
[The silver butterfly flaps its wings, and then it suddenly flies off into the sky, leaving behind only the sound of ringing tinkerbells.]
[Achelois wouldn't be able to tell when coming back to Amaurot had stopped feeling like coming home.
In the past years, she spent most of her time on the road accompanying her master, and she suspects that hasn't helped in that regard but... she does mourn the feeling she used to get when seeing the spires of the city come into view after a long trip. Now, whenever she does see that view, all she can think about is when she will next leave.
And then, for this particular trip there was the project her master talked to her about, the very thing that makes her walk through the streets at a too brisk pace for most of the other people around as she ponders.
It did not come as a surprise. One would have to be extremely inobservant for it to be a surprise, and as much as she is not vain, Achelois knows Venat chose her as her pupil for a reason. A member of the Convocation, and such a renowned one, would not err in choosing the soul they wish to instruct, she thinks. She might still be young compared to others, but no so young that she is unaware of her own abilities and values, all things her master has taken care to hone over their years together. She is confident in what she can do. Still, something of this magnitude... Her master left her some time to think about it, and so, she is thinking.
The city itself might not feel like home anymore, but there are some parts of it that do, and her steps take her naturally to the Bureau of the Architect. And upon being informed that Hythlodaeus is not in right, she juts shrugs and smiles.]
It's alright, I'll just wait for him inside.
[She ignored the fluster and sputter of the employees as she pushes past them to go through the door that lead to her friend's private office. The door still responds to her aether, so at least, it seems like he's not against her dropping by even unannounced.
She glances towards his desk, walks along the bookshelves and trails a finger along the spines of the books, mildly curious about whether he has gotten anything new recently, and then just goes to plop herself in a comfortable chair, hugging her knees while she keeps turning things in her head.
At least, this place is quiet, not like the city outside.]
[ It doesn't take unbearably long for him to return, but he does have duties to attend to, so there is some time. But he knows she is there as soon as he returns to the building, and his face brightens, step lengthening on the way to his office. ]
Achelois! You are returned!
[ ... and he registers the way she has braced herself and blinks, his joy abating somewhat, banked by concerned. ]
[Aaah, that's better. Allow her to melt into the embrace, take a moment to breathe in and fill herself with his warmth, his touch and his scent. She definitely missed this.]
I might be staying a little longer this time. Mistress Venat has given me leave to not attend her for a little while.
[She almost never calls her 'Azem'. She never got into the habit, and Venat never insisted on it either, and so the personal name stuck.
She takes a step back to look up at him and... well, there's no two way about it, she might as well say it.]
On our trip this time she told me... she wants to retire from the Convocation to go do something else... and she wants to nominate me to take her place.
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The others might notice him missing, and should they come looking for him, they'd find the Miqo'te here, nestled into a small corner near a fall of moonblossoms climbing up a trellis with a pen and paper in hand, though he seemed to have stopped writing, instead staring uncertainly at the page, ears at half-mast, tailtip flicking fretfully. Honestly a bomb could go off near him without his notice at this point.
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Hythlodaeus's steps were soft and regular as he made his way there, finding Mikh'tan deep in thought. So Hythlodaeus set down the cup of tea next to him gently.
"Come, have something warm and nice."
Hythlodaeus couldn't see emotions, but he could see there was much that Mikh'tan was holding at bay that troubled him. So, he thought, it was time to help a little.
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He didn't notice Hythlodaeus approaching, or the muf being set near him until he spoke up, and the man could likely see the way the Miqo'te started visibly, pulling a small smile from the aether as quick as a blink, for all the other had certainly seen the pensive, troubled look from before.
"Oh! Hythlodaeus, I didn't... you all aren't waiting on me are you?" He set his pen and paper aside, gingerly taking up the offered tea.
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"No, I was just wondering if a little company wouldn't do you good."
He was used to the people he loved not actually coming up and saying what they needed. So he had become, even if he thought so himself, rather adept at discerning what that might be.
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He'd never one to share emotions. Not those beyond positive things, things that might worry or burden others. He'd learned early on that those things didn't... matter. And once they did, he couldn't. Not if he wanted to keep everyone's spirits up.
It meant he was a bit startled by Hythlodaeus' offer, a bit off-guard by being on this side of the equation for once.
"Oh, I was just..." He sighed softly, shaking his head. "I suppose it doesn't really matter at this point."
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"Why would what steals your thoughts not matter, hmm? I know some of the observers here might not think of that with a 'familiar,' but I have the feeling that what troubles you is never a trifling matter."
Azem's heart was ever as large as the sky. All he met fit in it, and if it was troubled, then comfort truly might be the best idea. Though the reaction made Hythlodaeus's heart tighten slightly. This shy hiding away, what must he have been through, to be aching so?
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"How could it not be trifling? A thing that only affects me in the face of-" He cut off, the fingers of his free hand drifting over the page, smearing a couple just-drying letters. "It's not a thing with a solution to be found here."
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[ He doesn't readily answer that message which implies a couple of things. One, he's tired of conversing and has either fallen into work or a nap. Or two, Hades has up and decided that the best use of his time is really to follow through with the suggestion. There's definitely an acknowledgement that Hythlodaeus wants nothing but the best for him and that much, amongst other things, is no different for Hades. Sometimes he really does want to shake the other and remind him that talent does not solely rely upon one's ability to manipulate aether.
What a pair they really make: one always seeing the best in another rather than themselves. So if Hythlodaeus is so determined to make Hades into something, then he will simply drag the other with him.
Although right now it is more like Hades is dragging himself to Hythlodaeus' doorstep. It's wholly unnecessary and they both know that if Hades really wants to be undisturbed, then nothing and no one would be able to. The fact that he chooses to come here says a great deal more than any of his snippy and sassy words ever will.
And he doesn't bother to knock or anything because Hythlodaeus should just know he's there. ]
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Well come, my friend. Tea, or will you rather have that nap now and something refreshing later?
[ Both are fine by Hythlodaeus. Yes, he can see Hades is indeed tired. Which... really does not contradict the drunken comment that started the conversation. Tender spirit indeed, though in ways different from many. ]
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And he's tired because one phrase has just thrown him off. Too busy thinking, really. Or thinking becomes overthinking. So really what Hades needs is - ]
Tea first, I would think.
[ To help with the napping, of course. Though now he's just going to make himself comfortable as if he owns the place. Such is his comfortability and familiarity with the place. ]
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[ Making himself at home is very good, and the tea is actually just about ready, though it'll take a few minutes to cool down properly - unless Hades helps it along, of course - and gets set on a tray and brought to Hades promptly. ]
How much time do you have? And should I wake you up when it is coming to a close, or is it more flexible?
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It's too perfect. ]
Were I to tell you a time, then you would ensure that I go back to work.
[ Which means 1) yes there is something he still needs to do today and 2) it' not terribly important or he'd have already done it. ]
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The response makes him chuckle, and sit at the end of the couch next to which there is a small table with a pile of books and reports. The invitation to be used as a pillow doesn't get voiced, but even if Hades chooses to lie down the other way around, that's still fine. He's near, and he's not going to be moving much once his friend has drifted off. ]
I see. Then don't blame me if you don't wake up until it's dark outside.
[ The crinkled eyes smooth out slightly, and he tilts his head. ]
Do you want to talk about it all first, or would you rather not hear what I have to say just yet?
[ What he has to repeat, more like, but close enough. ]
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You say that as if I would not simply decide to continue sleeping upon noticing that.
[ Which he absolutely would; that is, deciding that it isn't worth getting up so he'd just continue to rest. Hythlodaeus will be seeing that unspoken offer taken, though. Just as soon as tea has been had. It's comfortable. It's familiar. ]
Might as well come out with it while I'm still awake to hear it.
they are so cute
They are!
/wibbles they all deserve soft and cute anyway
Agreed! Also work got busy all of the sudden
Work absolutely does that
and now email notifs are down. JOY
oh no just what we wanted... (not)
Otoh… in training today
That's either much worse or much better
i don't remember much of it today
that sounds not that bad, then. maaybe.
I usually instruct the content
So you know it and don't need to remember...
Nah. I teach it enough i know all the changes
That makes the day a lot easier on the whole. Also, happy Friday.
Happy Friday! Work day almost done
yesh, it is!
you'll probably see this when you wake up but hap sat /o/
and then weekend was... mostly ffxiv and few words
it happens! i just got busy
And then word decided to take a hike... I'm back!
welcome back! i've... had a few rough days so you're goood
oh nooo I hope things are easier!
oh i am partially snowed in so yes
oh no... our snow falls a lot and melts a lot but partially snowed in sounds a Problem
see i wouldn't mind that!
yeah... I hope you get to be safe despite it!
i was!
oh good!
but now work has been rough :')
Nuuu!
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Someone took a wrong turn
His cursed shackles are gone, so one would think that all the bad luck in his life has evaporated. One would, apparently, be wrong.
This is not any place he's been to before and he doesn't recognize any of it. It's quite vibrant and there are people around but they don't really seem to be paying much attention to him until suddenly, someone is in his way and he almost bumps into them.
The person is wearing a long brown robe and a mask, and even with that, Xie Lian can tell they don't look happy.]
'Whose prototype is this? Why is it unregistered? Who let something this powerful outside of their containment area?'
[Xie Lian looks around in confusion but there's no two way around it. That person seems to be talking about... him.]
... Prototype? Ha?
Dianxia, please.
[ The soft, confident voice comes addressing the masked man, but belongs to someone whose face is uncovered, bearing an easy smile. ]
This one is not causing any trouble, now, is it? Let me help a little, if I may?
Ah... if you would be so kind...?
Of course, of course. [ The purple hair inclines in return for the shallow bow, and the amethyst eyes fix on the newcomer, crinkling a little with a smile. ]
Good morrow, I am Hythlodaeus. If you would follow me, I believe we can find a place to talk without alarming people who are merely doing their work...?
He's doing his best
... Excuse me but... where is this? I don't recognize anything and it's definitely not where I was trying to go.
And why did that person call me a prototype?
... to give his husband an impossible heart attack by going missing?
Welcome, my new friend, at the testing ground of creation at Heaven's edge. [ So... the array worked inasmuch as the goal was Heaven, right? A Heaven? ]
It is where new life form concepts are observed to see if they are fit to exist on their own and just about everything needs to have someone responsible for it. That is why the guide back there was upset, for the most part.
[ Hythlodaeus's smile is like the sun. ]
Whether or not the guess about you was correct... or not.
He's not missing, just not where he was supposed to go!
No, I'm not a prototype. I was using a transportation array to go somewhere and I assume something went wrong and it brought me here instead.
... And I've never heard of anything like that in Heaven, and if there was, I would know, so I must have gone really far away from where I meant to go.
[Suddenly, his eyes widen a bit.]
Oh, give me just a second.
[He shakes one of his sleeves, and suddenly a silver butterfly fleets out, and perches on his fingers and he lifts it up to his face.]
Go tell Hua Cheng I'm fine and I'll be home as soon as I can, alright?
[The silver butterfly flaps its wings, and then it suddenly flies off into the sky, leaving behind only the sound of ringing tinkerbells.]
... I'm Xie Lian, by the way.
Called to a higher office
In the past years, she spent most of her time on the road accompanying her master, and she suspects that hasn't helped in that regard but... she does mourn the feeling she used to get when seeing the spires of the city come into view after a long trip. Now, whenever she does see that view, all she can think about is when she will next leave.
And then, for this particular trip there was the project her master talked to her about, the very thing that makes her walk through the streets at a too brisk pace for most of the other people around as she ponders.
It did not come as a surprise. One would have to be extremely inobservant for it to be a surprise, and as much as she is not vain, Achelois knows Venat chose her as her pupil for a reason. A member of the Convocation, and such a renowned one, would not err in choosing the soul they wish to instruct, she thinks. She might still be young compared to others, but no so young that she is unaware of her own abilities and values, all things her master has taken care to hone over their years together. She is confident in what she can do. Still, something of this magnitude... Her master left her some time to think about it, and so, she is thinking.
The city itself might not feel like home anymore, but there are some parts of it that do, and her steps take her naturally to the Bureau of the Architect. And upon being informed that Hythlodaeus is not in right, she juts shrugs and smiles.]
It's alright, I'll just wait for him inside.
[She ignored the fluster and sputter of the employees as she pushes past them to go through the door that lead to her friend's private office. The door still responds to her aether, so at least, it seems like he's not against her dropping by even unannounced.
She glances towards his desk, walks along the bookshelves and trails a finger along the spines of the books, mildly curious about whether he has gotten anything new recently, and then just goes to plop herself in a comfortable chair, hugging her knees while she keeps turning things in her head.
At least, this place is quiet, not like the city outside.]
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Achelois! You are returned!
[ ... and he registers the way she has braced herself and blinks, his joy abating somewhat, banked by concerned. ]
Are you unwell?
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I am fine, I assure you. Hale and hearty. Just a lot on my mind. I figured here would be a good place to sort out my thoughts.
[And then she jumps from the seat and strides towards him.]
I have been gone a moon and a half and I don't even get a hug?
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Of course you do, lovely. Welcome home.
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I might be staying a little longer this time. Mistress Venat has given me leave to not attend her for a little while.
[She almost never calls her 'Azem'. She never got into the habit, and Venat never insisted on it either, and so the personal name stuck.
She takes a step back to look up at him and... well, there's no two way about it, she might as well say it.]
On our trip this time she told me... she wants to retire from the Convocation to go do something else... and she wants to nominate me to take her place.
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[ He holds on as long as she does, and his eyes are smiling - before they widen. ]
I... see.
[ After a moment, he leans in to press a soft kiss to her brow. ]
I am very curious about your thoughts on that, but I will let you collect them and tell them on your own, rather than asking.
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