It was certainly easier to lure Elidibus in further than the workshop door. Had he seen this before, the tone would likely have been different. He might have gauged it better to stay Ardbert and 'ignorant' of the 'over-fancy showpiece'. But Irhya is watching him carefully as the cloth is pulled away. She'll have seen the brief tension in Ardbert's expression. The narrowed eyes and the way his form stills in a manner that would not have been characteristic in any way of the long-dead warrior.
Elidibus steps forward, his expression unreadable in the glance cast toward Irhya. Though he would call her Warrior of Light or Warrior of Darkness in his thoughts or others' company, his timeline had someone different cast in the role of Death Incarnate. For the first time, he could truly glimpse the creature she represented and toward that beast, the coldest of regard is given. And thus her answer is given certainty before he even speaks.
Elidibus isn't approaching her except by circumstance. He looks to draw closer to the revealed, half-finished saddle and she may just so happen to stand beside that same table still. A showpiece indeed. Inwardly he reluctantly admits this. This particular Warrior of Darkness certainly has the talent to capture a view.
A glove was removed. Elidibus raises bare fingers to touch a finished portion of the skyline's tooling. The sharp angles he saw in Emet-Selch's creation. Color against the desk catches his eye and so the fingers drop to the sheets which had been hidden under the same cloth as the saddle.
Design sketches. References. Something that hinted at what the finished showpiece would be. A colored sketch of a piece of Amaurot skyline under blue skies. As it might once have been and he can't remember.
For a moment, he considers whether he might have just felt hatred. No. Maybe. But still, how dare she.
Much of what was 'Ardbert' had left Elidibus' outward appearance as soon as he began to approach. Now it is all gone. Even the voice, though this time there is no bleed of two voices as if he didn't wait for the vocal cords to fully shift or if Irhya's Echo did not allow her to perceive the corporeal and the spirit speaking in tandem. Before had been Ardbert's familiar timbre. After, Elidibus, just as recognized.
"Your invitation is accepted, Warrior of Light." He won't call her of Darkness. It's best not to muster up his feelings toward that one right now. "Of what would you have me speak?"
Finally, the Emissary turns his back fully to the Amaurotine themed saddle, focusing his gaze solely on Irhya.
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Date: 7 Feb 2021 06:47 (UTC)Elidibus steps forward, his expression unreadable in the glance cast toward Irhya. Though he would call her Warrior of Light or Warrior of Darkness in his thoughts or others' company, his timeline had someone different cast in the role of Death Incarnate. For the first time, he could truly glimpse the creature she represented and toward that beast, the coldest of regard is given. And thus her answer is given certainty before he even speaks.
Elidibus isn't approaching her except by circumstance. He looks to draw closer to the revealed, half-finished saddle and she may just so happen to stand beside that same table still. A showpiece indeed. Inwardly he reluctantly admits this. This particular Warrior of Darkness certainly has the talent to capture a view.
A glove was removed. Elidibus raises bare fingers to touch a finished portion of the skyline's tooling. The sharp angles he saw in Emet-Selch's creation. Color against the desk catches his eye and so the fingers drop to the sheets which had been hidden under the same cloth as the saddle.
Design sketches. References. Something that hinted at what the finished showpiece would be. A colored sketch of a piece of Amaurot skyline under blue skies. As it might once have been and he can't remember.
For a moment, he considers whether he might have just felt hatred. No. Maybe. But still, how dare she.
Much of what was 'Ardbert' had left Elidibus' outward appearance as soon as he began to approach. Now it is all gone. Even the voice, though this time there is no bleed of two voices as if he didn't wait for the vocal cords to fully shift or if Irhya's Echo did not allow her to perceive the corporeal and the spirit speaking in tandem. Before had been Ardbert's familiar timbre. After, Elidibus, just as recognized.
"Your invitation is accepted, Warrior of Light." He won't call her of Darkness. It's best not to muster up his feelings toward that one right now. "Of what would you have me speak?"
Finally, the Emissary turns his back fully to the Amaurotine themed saddle, focusing his gaze solely on Irhya.