[ Lahabrea, Elidibus; more names-- more like him, perhaps, who collectively birthed this Zodiark? More like him, as in, more who desired so much for his world, and lost it all save for a lingering hope, she thinks. She, too, is hopeful to be able to see this Zodiark at some point in the future...
Her hand falls from him, as does the warmth. He is so much more than he seems, a captivating presence. He's an orator, the way he speaks betraying a refined practice of telling stories, histories, legends. And that certainly sounds like an invitation to ask more, like he's been waiting for an audience to tell.
She has a great many questions from which she might choose to ask. ]
Mm... Then, to start with... [ She peers at him for a moment, as if mulling over the question. ]
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Her hand falls from him, as does the warmth. He is so much more than he seems, a captivating presence. He's an orator, the way he speaks betraying a refined practice of telling stories, histories, legends. And that certainly sounds like an invitation to ask more, like he's been waiting for an audience to tell.
She has a great many questions from which she might choose to ask. ]
Mm... Then, to start with... [ She peers at him for a moment, as if mulling over the question. ]