Getting somewhat free allows Elidibus to understand how hot Lahabrea's body temperature really is. While he knows the room has not cooled down and there would certainly be no need to worry about his state of undress causing a chill, it still feels refreshing. Drafts drying the sweat might be a part of that, but there's definitely a distinct difference between dragon and room's ambient climate.
Only a small part of his mind is dedicated to musing this matter. There are tears to wonder about. An assessment on the nature of dreams to listen to. While Elidibus very much wants to be vehemently dismissive of considering dreams as to be anything relevant, it's too much ingrained in his nature to not listen as insight is given. Especially when it is a peer.
Had Elidibus ever slept during his long vigil? It would be unlikely. And even if he had, any memory of 'dreaming' would be long discarded. There is little doubt the experience is entirely novel from his perspective. And thus, Lahabrea's knowledge is able to break through the burgeoning walls within the Emissary. He nods in acceptance of the explanation and shows signs of relaxing. Biology. The biology of a host he's imprisoned in is a concept Elidibus can cope with. It's not... him.
"I am not overly fond of the experience," the Ascian slowly answers. He ponders over Lahabrea's earlier question and its connection to the tears. Or the Bond. Perhaps both? "Though if there is some merit to do so, I will endeavor to write down what fragments I do remember, on awakening." Being brought to tear? Stray memories he no longer consciously remembers? Probably not what Elidibus meant. If the dreams were his own or Lahabrea's? More relevant. The Emissary's tone makes it sound like he's making a great concession in offering to record his dreams.
It's not like he forgot the obsidian shards were there. Truly. So lost in the moment of a great many thoughts, he had allowed himself to start wending free on autopilot and... well, fortunately, Lahabrea was not nearly so caught up in his own thoughts. Elidibus very nearly doesn't notice how he's picked up and shifted to a safe spot on the cage floor. Nearly.
He does frown a bit in puzzlement as he notices his feet seem to completely miss the floor. This nagging little downturn of lips continues until he's shifted and set down again. Elidibus slowly spins in place to look at Lahabrea. The speaker looks irritated. Then to the floor where he has been set and the shard-strewn floor where he'd been about to step. Oh.
"My apologies." For inconveniencing Lahabrea. It's like a thank you. Looking around some more, he spies his trousers. His top is easily found as he'd personally set that aside. "I will return shortly. Unless you wish to continue speaking. Then you are welcome to join me."
He really does understand that wouldn't be something you say to mortals without sounding like he's insinuating something else. Here, he doesn't have to worry about such tedious misunderstandings. And he probably doesn't literally mean 'in the bath', so much as 'in conversational range'.
He abruptly frowns and, looking down, gives the trousers a quick shake. From one of the legs rolls a somewhat indignant Cherry Bomb. There is a resigned sigh. It's probably just as well he's managed to pick up some basics in mending spells.
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Date: 21 Feb 2021 00:29 (UTC)Getting somewhat free allows Elidibus to understand how hot Lahabrea's body temperature really is. While he knows the room has not cooled down and there would certainly be no need to worry about his state of undress causing a chill, it still feels refreshing. Drafts drying the sweat might be a part of that, but there's definitely a distinct difference between dragon and room's ambient climate.
Only a small part of his mind is dedicated to musing this matter. There are tears to wonder about. An assessment on the nature of dreams to listen to. While Elidibus very much wants to be vehemently dismissive of considering dreams as to be anything relevant, it's too much ingrained in his nature to not listen as insight is given. Especially when it is a peer.
Had Elidibus ever slept during his long vigil? It would be unlikely. And even if he had, any memory of 'dreaming' would be long discarded. There is little doubt the experience is entirely novel from his perspective. And thus, Lahabrea's knowledge is able to break through the burgeoning walls within the Emissary. He nods in acceptance of the explanation and shows signs of relaxing. Biology. The biology of a host he's imprisoned in is a concept Elidibus can cope with. It's not... him.
"I am not overly fond of the experience," the Ascian slowly answers. He ponders over Lahabrea's earlier question and its connection to the tears. Or the Bond. Perhaps both? "Though if there is some merit to do so, I will endeavor to write down what fragments I do remember, on awakening." Being brought to tear? Stray memories he no longer consciously remembers? Probably not what Elidibus meant. If the dreams were his own or Lahabrea's? More relevant. The Emissary's tone makes it sound like he's making a great concession in offering to record his dreams.
It's not like he forgot the obsidian shards were there. Truly. So lost in the moment of a great many thoughts, he had allowed himself to start wending free on autopilot and... well, fortunately, Lahabrea was not nearly so caught up in his own thoughts. Elidibus very nearly doesn't notice how he's picked up and shifted to a safe spot on the cage floor. Nearly.
He does frown a bit in puzzlement as he notices his feet seem to completely miss the floor. This nagging little downturn of lips continues until he's shifted and set down again. Elidibus slowly spins in place to look at Lahabrea. The speaker looks irritated. Then to the floor where he has been set and the shard-strewn floor where he'd been about to step. Oh.
"My apologies." For inconveniencing Lahabrea. It's like a thank you. Looking around some more, he spies his trousers. His top is easily found as he'd personally set that aside. "I will return shortly. Unless you wish to continue speaking. Then you are welcome to join me."
He really does understand that wouldn't be something you say to mortals without sounding like he's insinuating something else. Here, he doesn't have to worry about such tedious misunderstandings. And he probably doesn't literally mean 'in the bath', so much as 'in conversational range'.
He abruptly frowns and, looking down, gives the trousers a quick shake. From one of the legs rolls a somewhat indignant Cherry Bomb. There is a resigned sigh. It's probably just as well he's managed to pick up some basics in mending spells.