And you look like you haven't changed a bit. Pretty, as always.
[He was not willing to put any effort into thinking about what had happened to bring about the change. He had wasted too much of his life on thinking, worrying about others, about himself, and unanswered questions. His mind needed rest just as much as his body.
Finally freed, he raised his arms high above his head and he stretched and yawned. A cacophony of popping and crunching sounds rolled down from his neck to the middle of his back. He had appeared thin in winter clothes, but now, without a single article of clothing to hide his frame, the full extent of his poor diet was clear. Notwithstanding the muscles he had gained from a life full of hardships, he had scant weight on his bones.]
You're fine, I've seen far worse. I'm talking almost as big as I am and dragging on the floor here.
[Sion's pristine locks paled in comparison to the mess that was Ciaran's hair. He laughed, thinking that if it had been his hair trapping him that it would truly be a dangerous situation. He turned around so that his arms draped over the edge of the spring and he rested his head on his hand. There were abrasions on his arms, here and there, and no doubt on the rest of his body as result from his trek through the dungeon, yet he paid it no mind.]
At least take some mana. Come on, please, I've got a trick to show you.
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And you look like you haven't changed a bit. Pretty, as always.
[He was not willing to put any effort into thinking about what had happened to bring about the change. He had wasted too much of his life on thinking, worrying about others, about himself, and unanswered questions. His mind needed rest just as much as his body.
Finally freed, he raised his arms high above his head and he stretched and yawned. A cacophony of popping and crunching sounds rolled down from his neck to the middle of his back. He had appeared thin in winter clothes, but now, without a single article of clothing to hide his frame, the full extent of his poor diet was clear. Notwithstanding the muscles he had gained from a life full of hardships, he had scant weight on his bones.]
You're fine, I've seen far worse. I'm talking almost as big as I am and dragging on the floor here.
[Sion's pristine locks paled in comparison to the mess that was Ciaran's hair. He laughed, thinking that if it had been his hair trapping him that it would truly be a dangerous situation. He turned around so that his arms draped over the edge of the spring and he rested his head on his hand. There were abrasions on his arms, here and there, and no doubt on the rest of his body as result from his trek through the dungeon, yet he paid it no mind.]
At least take some mana. Come on, please, I've got a trick to show you.
[His eyes looked playful as he offered his hand.]