"Stop using his godsforsaken voice," Irhya growls tightly. They're getting to that point again, not unlike what often happens with her and Lahabrea. But it is interesting to note the sheer intensity of emotion he's displaying right now: the taunts were never this pointed, the anger never this direct, not when he could barely remember his reason for clinging to it in the first place. It had always been there in some measure, surely -- but how pronounced it comes out here is mildly surprising.
She glances from Filia back to Elidibus and says, "You'll hardly know if I do choose to keep my distance from him anyway, so even if I promise you that, of course you wouldn't believe it. But... dare I say we are both a tad too irritable right now to continue this conversation either way."
Without me decking you first, Ardbert's face be damned, she adds mentally.
Walking backwards without breaking her gaze on him, she leans against the side of the house, crossing her arms and looking sour. "So perhaps it is best you take your leave for now."
Filia is not graced with the blessing of sentience that sometimes comes to her kind after a century or so of life. She is young and it would be decades before something of that nature even manifests if it does at all. But she is smart enough in her own right to recognize the tension in the air and the emotions behind them. In particular those manifest under the careful veneer of her recognized owner. The amaro lets out a trilling noise those familiar with the beast would recognize as comforting, leaning her head closer and trying to press it against the brown-haired witch's chest.
It is sentimental and sweet and honestly not entirely lost on Elidibus even if what comfort may be accepted is on a subconscious level. A touch of surprise and a glance at the amaro observes the steed's responses before a soft sigh follows. Though the Ascian guides firmly Filia away from butting against his chest it is not lacking in gentle action or a discreet soothing gesture. Perhaps it is calculated to seem like he's going through the motions needed to settle a distressed animal. But there is much left to interpretation.
"I will not distress you further then." Same tone but at least Elidibus has returned to his particular brand of reserved formality with the words. He's calmed down at least- gone is the edges of anger in his words. He does not hide that he had emphasized the way Ardbert speaks intentionally, either. "But I will make no promises to not 'use his voice', as you so succinctly put it." There are reasons beyond what Elidibus admits, though Irhya need not know the Ascian doesn't have the capacity to do more than an exceedingly skilled mimicry of his real voice. Tired, stressed, or injured there will just be times he cannot help but sound like a shockingly formal Ardbert.
Elidibus frowns slightly. He'll certainly not arrest Irhya's movement to put distance between the both of them but he will remark on the assumption spoken of in the retreat.
"I ask you not presume what I will and will not know, nor what I will believe, Irhya." At least he returns to using her given name. Though she has unintentionally touched on another slightly sore spot, this time the Emissary keeps his temper in check. "I will be watching."
During this time he has finished the barding's arrangement and fitting - excellent fortunately otherwise how awkward would things have been? - and performed a hasty cleaning of tools before storing them away again. The functional saddle and tack are gathered up. Wisely the decision has been made to carry it with rather than put it back on. One might think it would be awkward to ride away from the encounter on a fantastic showpiece at this point but as Elidibus pulls himself into the saddle, there is a dignity presented that seeks to push such odd matters into the background. The spare saddle is braced before him.
Rather than further words, the Ascian favors Irhya with a short nod before nudging the amaro into a trot which will turn into a faster pace once they have reached the road. At least until they are out of sight. He could have offered words on the work completed but at that moment it seemed like it would have been too much. Word will be sent later of the gear's success.
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She glances from Filia back to Elidibus and says, "You'll hardly know if I do choose to keep my distance from him anyway, so even if I promise you that, of course you wouldn't believe it. But... dare I say we are both a tad too irritable right now to continue this conversation either way."
Without me decking you first, Ardbert's face be damned, she adds mentally.
Walking backwards without breaking her gaze on him, she leans against the side of the house, crossing her arms and looking sour. "So perhaps it is best you take your leave for now."
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It is sentimental and sweet and honestly not entirely lost on Elidibus even if what comfort may be accepted is on a subconscious level. A touch of surprise and a glance at the amaro observes the steed's responses before a soft sigh follows. Though the Ascian guides firmly Filia away from butting against his chest it is not lacking in gentle action or a discreet soothing gesture. Perhaps it is calculated to seem like he's going through the motions needed to settle a distressed animal. But there is much left to interpretation.
"I will not distress you further then." Same tone but at least Elidibus has returned to his particular brand of reserved formality with the words. He's calmed down at least- gone is the edges of anger in his words. He does not hide that he had emphasized the way Ardbert speaks intentionally, either. "But I will make no promises to not 'use his voice', as you so succinctly put it." There are reasons beyond what Elidibus admits, though Irhya need not know the Ascian doesn't have the capacity to do more than an exceedingly skilled mimicry of his real voice. Tired, stressed, or injured there will just be times he cannot help but sound like a shockingly formal Ardbert.
Elidibus frowns slightly. He'll certainly not arrest Irhya's movement to put distance between the both of them but he will remark on the assumption spoken of in the retreat.
"I ask you not presume what I will and will not know, nor what I will believe, Irhya." At least he returns to using her given name. Though she has unintentionally touched on another slightly sore spot, this time the Emissary keeps his temper in check. "I will be watching."
During this time he has finished the barding's arrangement and fitting - excellent fortunately otherwise how awkward would things have been? - and performed a hasty cleaning of tools before storing them away again. The functional saddle and tack are gathered up. Wisely the decision has been made to carry it with rather than put it back on. One might think it would be awkward to ride away from the encounter on a fantastic showpiece at this point but as Elidibus pulls himself into the saddle, there is a dignity presented that seeks to push such odd matters into the background. The spare saddle is braced before him.
Rather than further words, the Ascian favors Irhya with a short nod before nudging the amaro into a trot which will turn into a faster pace once they have reached the road. At least until they are out of sight. He could have offered words on the work completed but at that moment it seemed like it would have been too much. Word will be sent later of the gear's success.