[ semi-open ] and sometimes we sing to the dawn

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Who: Lord Light, a couple of people (closed threads in toplevels within), and you.
When: April 12-15, thereabouts
Where: Around Capablanca
What: A useless old man ponders the meaning of his existence. And also builds some things on the side.
Rating: PG+ for Adra's mouth

one;

[ Contrary to first impressions, there is indeed peace and quiet to be found in Capablanca. As one walks along the beaches further and away from the town center, the number of establishments dwindle one by one - until the last ice-cream parlour marks the end of built shoreline. The stretch of untouched sand may be quite small compared to the rest of the beach, but it's still sizeable. Sizeable enough to provide a place of relative silence for Heroes to meditate properly.

It is here, upon the sand, that he draws. Detailed, complex images are sketched into the beachside, a little away from the shoreline so that they would be untouched at low tide. It takes him hours to complete a single drawing, but he doesn't complain a single bit - merely one figure with white hair bent down close to the ground with a single branch in his hand.

At night, high tide washes them away, but he returns for at least an hour every day to add one or two. At other times he builds perfectly regular rings out of shells and other materials lying around, all without a single word. A few locals come to watch, but even then their curiosity wears out as he continues, focused on his task.

If anything, the art is pretty. But what could they mean? ]

two;

[ On an afternoon when the sun is not as harsh, he climbs Ventoso Hill alone. Once he's reached the top, he elects to stand and watch the scenery - he's so still that he might have been mistaken for a statue, if not for the fact that his hair moves and flutters in an opportune breeze.

After a while, he shifts his stance to one more regal, and he begins to sing with a voice much younger than his speaking intonation. When he finishes, there's the slightest hint of a smile on his expression - but it will fade away as soon as he is approached, returning to his normal calmness.

His voice resumes its usual pitch, too. ]

Can I help you with anything?

three;

[ In the mornings, he can be found near the piers - or more specifically, where the seabirds frequent. He might be seated on the jetty or walking along the beach with a small bag of breadcrumbs, and after a while seagulls will start to flock to his location. He feeds them with a rather distant expression (more distant than usual, that is), letting them land on his shoulders and arms.

However, if you express interest in what he's doing, he'll look up with a much more focused countenance. ]

Hello. Would you like to feed them as well?

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Comments

[rememberher]

I see...

[ It was hard to hide her curiosity, brows furrowed as it unloaded his statement. He didn't look much older than her brother, but to speak in such a way...

Filing that away for later--she likely misheard in anyhow--the young blond smiled once again. ]

Why not keep a sketchbook, then?

[accordance]

[ She didn't mishear, but his inhuman nature is something she's bound to find out sooner or later given how little effort he puts into concealing it. ]

It may not be large enough to contain these in their entirety. However, you have a good suggestion. I will look into it.

[ He offers her a more noticeable smile, but it is still a very small smile. ]

[rememberher]

[ Smiles are good, she rather liked smiles. ]

Maybe not, but at least you don't need to worry about the tide washing your drawings away.

[accordance]

[ He rarely smiles, though. Most of the time, his expression is so neutral as to be almost unreadable. ]

I will use it for less transient things, yes. [ But more on that later. ] What is your name, young lady?

[rememberher]

[ ...You're an interesting one. ]

Lux Crownguard, and yours?

[accordance]

[ Interesting is one way to put it. ]

I am Lord Light. [ But he follows it up quickly with another sentence: ] Many have given me nicknames here. If you wish to, I do not mind.

[rememberher]

Lord Light?

[ Lux paused, blinking a few times. My, what did someone have to do to get a title like that? Feeling like she found a kindred spirit, Lux takes a step closer. ]

Does that mean you're a mage as well?

[ Surely that meant he must have some control over light magic, like her. At least, that was the only reason she could rightly come up with at that time. ]

[accordance]

I was once a mage of sorts, yes.

[ That's... sort of a yes. His element could have been described of light and lightning. ]

But that was not my main occupation. I was a guardian, a protector.

[ A guardian no longer, but he doesn't show it. ]

[rememberher]

[ She thought so. ]

A guardian?

[ She tilts her head inquisitively. Go on. ]

[accordance]

[ She's not going to give up questioning, is she? ]

I am the guardian of Krythe, upon the world of Orbis Eden.

[ Unless she wants his full length of titles, he's going to stop here. ]

[rememberher]

[ Nope, never. She was that kid that asked why a million times. ]

Then you're not just a Lord of Light, but a light for the people!

[ Don't mind her, she's extremely impressed with her terrible play on words. ]

[accordance]

[ He's impressed, but for a different reason. It's an elegant way to encapsulate what he tries to be. ]

That is one way to put it, yes. I intend to carry out this duty here as well.

[rememberher]

[ Ah, how heroic! Her eyes practically sparkle, and she holds a hand to her chest. ]

Then please, let me help you with your efforts.

[accordance]

[ She's rather energetic, and taken with his words, it seems. It's a rare thing here from what he's experienced with the other Heroes. ]

Do what you can. I believe the duties entrusted to us by Blanc are already sizeable, but helping others in our day-to-day lives would be a good bonus.

[rememberher]

[ Throw a few idealistic words at her and she is putty in your hands. She nods emphatically. ]

Yes, I couldn't agree more.

[ Although lord help them if they ask her to help with more domestic things. They might better off dealing with Noir soldiers... ]

[accordance]

[ He's not really idealistic, it's not to his nature. But he advises others in this manner. ]

Have you studied the current affairs and ways of this world? They would help you greatly as well.