The funny thing about memory is while Lahabrea doesn't suffer from any particular memory loss, he's lived a long life and pinpointing this or that exact moment can actually take a bit of time. He'd chided Elidibus on many occasions, but with someone else? To go outside? This is weighed for a little bit before he comes to a conclusion. "Yes. And for quite some time." He hadn't gone to his office thinking he would oversee the end of their world. And now of all times, trying to dredge up fragments of moments thousands of years in the past, in a time where there was no desperate need to commit everything to memory..
"..Ah. Igeyorhm. She didn't like your tendency to obsess over your work." Which is an ongoing problem, clearly. But he doesn't recall the exact moment, it hadn't made some great fundamental impression on him at the time. Maybe it was in there somewhere, buried in the recesses of his mind. "I assume this was one of such times. I assure you we did not simply disappear, but it is normal to not remember everything of every moment. What came before, what came after, it fades in all of us if it isn't as important as the part that is recalled. I know she didn't always succeed in dragging you away from your books. Nor could I." Things had been different, once. The nostalgia is bittersweet at best, more bitter than sweet, for Elidibus wasn't the eager youth he once was and Igeyorhm..
It didn't bear thinking about right now, and it's put aside.
How someone could be so detached from anything as to not understand what a preference was beggared belief, and for a little bit this is considered. Even Ifrita knew what she wanted, how she wanted it and how to get it it, and she was a creation through and through. Why would Elidibus not know such a basic, ordinary thing? Even the derivative misshapen echo of Ifrit knew. "Yes. If you choose it instead of other, more practical things, then you prefer it, and thus enjoy it. If it were mere convenience you sought then some nutritious easily carried food would be the preference, not a piece of confectionery."
This was a problem. How long had it been going on?
They both have much to consider, but the thought of it seems to draw a long sigh from the dragon. "It seems I have much to accomplish before this world finishes ruining me," he mutters. "If only to set you back to a true equilibrium before this goes any further. Stay the night. I would see what comes." They did say after all that shared dreams and such could be an issue, and maybe once he knew where all the plentiful gaps were he could begin filling them in.
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Date: 6 Feb 2021 17:18 (UTC)"..Ah. Igeyorhm. She didn't like your tendency to obsess over your work." Which is an ongoing problem, clearly. But he doesn't recall the exact moment, it hadn't made some great fundamental impression on him at the time. Maybe it was in there somewhere, buried in the recesses of his mind. "I assume this was one of such times. I assure you we did not simply disappear, but it is normal to not remember everything of every moment. What came before, what came after, it fades in all of us if it isn't as important as the part that is recalled. I know she didn't always succeed in dragging you away from your books. Nor could I." Things had been different, once. The nostalgia is bittersweet at best, more bitter than sweet, for Elidibus wasn't the eager youth he once was and Igeyorhm..
It didn't bear thinking about right now, and it's put aside.
How someone could be so detached from anything as to not understand what a preference was beggared belief, and for a little bit this is considered. Even Ifrita knew what she wanted, how she wanted it and how to get it it, and she was a creation through and through. Why would Elidibus not know such a basic, ordinary thing? Even the derivative misshapen echo of Ifrit knew. "Yes. If you choose it instead of other, more practical things, then you prefer it, and thus enjoy it. If it were mere convenience you sought then some nutritious easily carried food would be the preference, not a piece of confectionery."
This was a problem. How long had it been going on?
They both have much to consider, but the thought of it seems to draw a long sigh from the dragon. "It seems I have much to accomplish before this world finishes ruining me," he mutters. "If only to set you back to a true equilibrium before this goes any further. Stay the night. I would see what comes." They did say after all that shared dreams and such could be an issue, and maybe once he knew where all the plentiful gaps were he could begin filling them in.