"Yet I have forgotten the splendor of your creations. Would that not have merited some importance? Would not the actions of Azem?"
Yes, twisted as his recollection was at the time, further thought had unraveled that he'd jumbled memories. There's another page for such things, in that open journal. But more upon that later. The point now is relevant.
And like scabs upon an open wound, the matter is begging to be picked at, for all the pain it gives. "Why not more of my inauguration? And why so much of a brief, inconsequential moment?" He calls it 'so much' when it is naught but a few moments of speech. Elidibus's hands shake from the tension in its body, humming warning of its limits.
Yet Lahabrea disarmed him. With a cookie. Though Elidibus does manage a minor protest and a glance at his satchel. "Of course I have nutritious food Lahabrea, this body cannot live solely upon biscuits. What is the p--" Oh.
Ooooh.
And Igeyorhm, yes. Elidibus had proffered a thoughtful looking nod then at odds with his current confusion. Automatically trying to place the data in its proper context already. Yet even knowing Lahabrea of now was the Speaker then hasn't cemented a clearer image of the memory. Igeyorhm, barely known as a Convocation member to his mind, that much less. But now he knows.
And now, it seems to have merited enough importance that Elidibus swiftly picks up his pen and turns to that page... pages upon the Convocation. Most, just names. Tidbits over the eons regarding the use of their Sundered pieces that he recalls. He writes down the information-- a memory of old, this time-- on Igeyorhm and Lahabrea. The bits about that memory. Of rains ended and a new day to look upon. He doesn't hide what is written and Lahabrea can see. Several pages are used up for matters of the Convocation and their Seats sure. But so little compared to what could be there.
And as expected, almost nothing of Amaurot.
Writing calms him and emotions drain again. Even when stirred, he'd never been able to maintain them for long. Sure they are still uneasily settled for now, but it is clear that it's not just by force of will he keeps himself hollow. The book is closed and it and the writing tool are returned to the satchel. His other hand is finally noticed and lifts, still clutching the feathers. "My apologies. These are yours, I believe." Under his fingers, he can feel the soft hum of their power and potential. After all his is... slightly weakened and a dragon is strong regardless of the time of the month.
More focused, Elidibus can understand what Lahabrea refers to. And perhaps there might be a concession reached. But later. Certainly now is not the time, especially as the dragon speaks about staying to sleep. To see what comes?
"Hm. Would you have us stay like this?" the Ascian asks. Certainly, contact would be most like to curry the transfer of dreams across the Bond. "Or shall I settle elsewhere while you continue work?" Briefly, Elidibus's eyes stray up to the obsidian block. And it's a reasonable question. He hardly expects Lahabrea or himself to remain in contact the entire night. Though Elidibus doesn't seem to find it in him to move right now, either.
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Yes, twisted as his recollection was at the time, further thought had unraveled that he'd jumbled memories. There's another page for such things, in that open journal. But more upon that later. The point now is relevant.
And like scabs upon an open wound, the matter is begging to be picked at, for all the pain it gives. "Why not more of my inauguration? And why so much of a brief, inconsequential moment?" He calls it 'so much' when it is naught but a few moments of speech. Elidibus's hands shake from the tension in its body, humming warning of its limits.
Yet Lahabrea disarmed him. With a cookie. Though Elidibus does manage a minor protest and a glance at his satchel. "Of course I have nutritious food Lahabrea, this body cannot live solely upon biscuits. What is the p--" Oh.
Ooooh.
And Igeyorhm, yes. Elidibus had proffered a thoughtful looking nod then at odds with his current confusion. Automatically trying to place the data in its proper context already. Yet even knowing Lahabrea of now was the Speaker then hasn't cemented a clearer image of the memory. Igeyorhm, barely known as a Convocation member to his mind, that much less. But now he knows.
And now, it seems to have merited enough importance that Elidibus swiftly picks up his pen and turns to that page... pages upon the Convocation. Most, just names. Tidbits over the eons regarding the use of their Sundered pieces that he recalls. He writes down the information-- a memory of old, this time-- on Igeyorhm and Lahabrea. The bits about that memory. Of rains ended and a new day to look upon. He doesn't hide what is written and Lahabrea can see. Several pages are used up for matters of the Convocation and their Seats sure. But so little compared to what could be there.
And as expected, almost nothing of Amaurot.
Writing calms him and emotions drain again. Even when stirred, he'd never been able to maintain them for long. Sure they are still uneasily settled for now, but it is clear that it's not just by force of will he keeps himself hollow. The book is closed and it and the writing tool are returned to the satchel. His other hand is finally noticed and lifts, still clutching the feathers. "My apologies. These are yours, I believe." Under his fingers, he can feel the soft hum of their power and potential. After all his is... slightly weakened and a dragon is strong regardless of the time of the month.
More focused, Elidibus can understand what Lahabrea refers to. And perhaps there might be a concession reached. But later. Certainly now is not the time, especially as the dragon speaks about staying to sleep. To see what comes?
"Hm. Would you have us stay like this?" the Ascian asks. Certainly, contact would be most like to curry the transfer of dreams across the Bond. "Or shall I settle elsewhere while you continue work?" Briefly, Elidibus's eyes stray up to the obsidian block. And it's a reasonable question. He hardly expects Lahabrea or himself to remain in contact the entire night. Though Elidibus doesn't seem to find it in him to move right now, either.