Elidibus tilts his head to one side, studying Irhya for a moment. Disliked it? Not exactly. There is a sigh, which might surprise the miqo'te given her assumption. "I recognize you are capable enough at your craft to elegantly capture a scene while maintaining the object's functional use." He half turns so he can glance at the saddle and its design sketches. A short wave of his hand is cast in its direction. "But you would be better served speaking to Emet-Selch on matters of enjoyment."
It has a double meaning. Elidibus does not have a wide arrange of emotions and he doesn't remember the intended beauty of the scene. Look closely, as the Ascian looks again at the saddle and the images. One might see something like a failure to recognize that which should, by rights, be known. Blue skies? He could envision it if he bothered. But all he remembers is the reflection of Emet-Selch's creation, washed by the ever-shifting murk of a raging ocean.
He returns his gaze to Irhya. Once more devoid of any particular emotion, so alien to the features he had stolen and used as a powerful tool on the First. "Surely the Elidibus you knew was not so different from me? Did he seem like a man who could take joy such creations?" He leaves out the obvious addition. 'Much less from the Warrior of Darkness'. "I am not against using it if that were your concern. I will keep my end of the bargain."
Elidibus shakes his head and speaks in a resigned manner, "The illusion we maintained was bound to shatter sooner or later. But I have no desire to drag our battle to this Star. You need not grip your table so tightly." Of course, he noticed that. But his comment would likely have remained the same regardless of Irhya's insistence that he misunderstood.
"And now you have your confirmation. You need not apologize. A somewhat naive effort but I have no reason to judge you for it." Something like mild curiosity and keen interest expresses itself in the Ascian's gaze. He's... surprisingly calm for the Elidibus he suggests the miqo'te should consider as an example, isn't he? Whom he's almost certain, from Lahabrea's reactions, is in much the same state as himself. "And this is where you wish to end this matter? A confirmation," The Emissary speaks with no malice, only patience. "...and nothing more? No questions? No conversation?"
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It has a double meaning. Elidibus does not have a wide arrange of emotions and he doesn't remember the intended beauty of the scene. Look closely, as the Ascian looks again at the saddle and the images. One might see something like a failure to recognize that which should, by rights, be known. Blue skies? He could envision it if he bothered. But all he remembers is the reflection of Emet-Selch's creation, washed by the ever-shifting murk of a raging ocean.
He returns his gaze to Irhya. Once more devoid of any particular emotion, so alien to the features he had stolen and used as a powerful tool on the First. "Surely the Elidibus you knew was not so different from me? Did he seem like a man who could take joy such creations?" He leaves out the obvious addition. 'Much less from the Warrior of Darkness'. "I am not against using it if that were your concern. I will keep my end of the bargain."
Elidibus shakes his head and speaks in a resigned manner, "The illusion we maintained was bound to shatter sooner or later. But I have no desire to drag our battle to this Star. You need not grip your table so tightly." Of course, he noticed that. But his comment would likely have remained the same regardless of Irhya's insistence that he misunderstood.
"And now you have your confirmation. You need not apologize. A somewhat naive effort but I have no reason to judge you for it." Something like mild curiosity and keen interest expresses itself in the Ascian's gaze. He's... surprisingly calm for the Elidibus he suggests the miqo'te should consider as an example, isn't he? Whom he's almost certain, from Lahabrea's reactions, is in much the same state as himself. "And this is where you wish to end this matter? A confirmation," The Emissary speaks with no malice, only patience. "...and nothing more? No questions? No conversation?"