[ Sounds fun, Bolin declares with ease, buoyant in a way which sees Sion's smile transformed into something equally light, carefree as he cants his head, golden eyes keen with interest as the other man speaks. ]
Your hometown. [ —he echoes in a way which begets a request for Bolin to elaborate, for Sion is curious to know of all realms beyond Enprise and his own. ] Is it a peaceful place, the city which you hail from?
[ Sion hopes it is so, though he knows a great deal of the Heroes so summoned forth to Blanc are acquainted with warfare, their homes at one time a battleground. Still, the King does nothing mask his intrigue as he lifts his hands, clasping them together, his chin rested neatly atop a slender pillar formed by the meeting of his forefingers. ]
And what is it that makes a noodle bowl the best?
[ No, Sion has never before sampled such a cuisine...! ]
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Your hometown. [ —he echoes in a way which begets a request for Bolin to elaborate, for Sion is curious to know of all realms beyond Enprise and his own. ] Is it a peaceful place, the city which you hail from?
[ Sion hopes it is so, though he knows a great deal of the Heroes so summoned forth to Blanc are acquainted with warfare, their homes at one time a battleground. Still, the King does nothing mask his intrigue as he lifts his hands, clasping them together, his chin rested neatly atop a slender pillar formed by the meeting of his forefingers. ]
And what is it that makes a noodle bowl the best?
[ No, Sion has never before sampled such a cuisine...! ]