[ He feels as though much could be discussed between them, that there is something powerful in all that which they choose not to covey and in the disparity between the places they hail from. Menoris, his world, has always always been alive, long before humans had come to people it, and though he wholeheartedly believes there is a wish to be heard within Enprise itself, it is now time to readjust his vantage point and to realign himself.

To keep the hand which he'd raised—so it hadn't been taken for what it was—extended toward the sky, natural light filtering through the gaps in his fingers before...!

He rises in a precise economy of motion, finding his feet once again. ]

I believe that it will, for we ourselves have been changed by our summons here.

[ Watching, waiting...

There is a far cry more to being. ]

Instead of being so simply a watcher of fate, you may come to have a hand in breaking it, and I... [ It could almost be fond, the way in which he gazes upon the other man, eyes passionate and bright. ] ...am curious to see what sort of face you might wear, on that day.