[ It is rather fetching, or so Sion thinks, the triumphant glow which brightens Tieria's features, the man by far more vivacious than the King has ever before seen. This sort of fatigue (and Sion knows it well for himself) is borne only after reaching a culmination, some glorious pinnacle where one not only meets with self-realization, but is able to gently coast down from the height...
...and remain at play, as Tieria does, feet kicking the water.
How could Sion not tease back on the bridge of a carefree sigh?: ]
You're too cheeky, though I suppose you've earned the right.
[ Just maybe. But then, his delight at Tieria's conviction goes unmasked, a measure of fondness apparent in his golden eyes as he draws his knees up to his chest, his chin coming to rest languidly atop them. ]
But as you've said, you'll master it, given time and perhaps another day spent in this very manner. [ Having fun, and learning the people who are their comrades... ] A Tieria Erde who does not conquer the mountain which has been set before him is no Tieria Erde I know.
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...and remain at play, as Tieria does, feet kicking the water.
How could Sion not tease back on the bridge of a carefree sigh?: ]
You're too cheeky, though I suppose you've earned the right.
[ Just maybe. But then, his delight at Tieria's conviction goes unmasked, a measure of fondness apparent in his golden eyes as he draws his knees up to his chest, his chin coming to rest languidly atop them. ]
But as you've said, you'll master it, given time and perhaps another day spent in this very manner. [ Having fun, and learning the people who are their comrades... ] A Tieria Erde who does not conquer the mountain which has been set before him is no Tieria Erde I know.
[ Proverbially speaking, of course. ]