In that case....! Sion nods his head, the soft sound of a hum upon his lips as he curls his fingers, squeezing Shinn's hand. He had been shaken, after waking from the balm of slumber imposed upon him, this he'll not deny, but he is satisfied with Shinn's answer, and there is precious little reason, isn't there, to continue talking about such dreadful, such dreary things (that vision, that glimpse of what could only be true events, for in his heart he knows that is the path he would have walked, were he not bound as a Hero of Blanc) if his friend hadn't shared a similar experience.
Instead: he happily tugs Shinn forward, a murmur of minor magic upon his lips (to re-freeze the remnants of his solar flower ice cream!) before— ]
Taken? [ Here is a playful loft a slender silver brow! ] Could she be prettier than I am, I wonder?
[ He is teasing, of course, joyful to receive word that Shinn is taken and too-eager to know more. Why would he not wish to know the details, after all? Sion Astal is the Hero King who moves to save his own world by spreading love to everyone!
And then they are ascending the first of many flights of stairs, joining the climb alongside many tourists, gawkers who part way while whispering, gasping—those are our Heroes, I'm sure of it!. ]
The view from above is breathtaking, Shinn. The horizon is endless, and precisely at that line of coast and Caissa's sea is where my cottage lies. [ A beat, another flight of stairs conquered! And look here, Sion isn't even out of breath...! ] Should you ever wish to visit, please do not hesitate to make your way there.
My home is your own, and there is an extra bedroom which is yours, if you should want for it to be.
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In that case....! Sion nods his head, the soft sound of a hum upon his lips as he curls his fingers, squeezing Shinn's hand. He had been shaken, after waking from the balm of slumber imposed upon him, this he'll not deny, but he is satisfied with Shinn's answer, and there is precious little reason, isn't there, to continue talking about such dreadful, such dreary things (that vision, that glimpse of what could only be true events, for in his heart he knows that is the path he would have walked, were he not bound as a Hero of Blanc) if his friend hadn't shared a similar experience.
Instead: he happily tugs Shinn forward, a murmur of minor magic upon his lips (to re-freeze the remnants of his solar flower ice cream!) before— ]
Taken? [ Here is a playful loft a slender silver brow! ] Could she be prettier than I am, I wonder?
[ He is teasing, of course, joyful to receive word that Shinn is taken and too-eager to know more. Why would he not wish to know the details, after all? Sion Astal is the Hero King who moves to save his own world by spreading love to everyone!
And then they are ascending the first of many flights of stairs, joining the climb alongside many tourists, gawkers who part way while whispering, gasping—those are our Heroes, I'm sure of it!. ]
The view from above is breathtaking, Shinn. The horizon is endless, and precisely at that line of coast and Caissa's sea is where my cottage lies. [ A beat, another flight of stairs conquered! And look here, Sion isn't even out of breath...! ] Should you ever wish to visit, please do not hesitate to make your way there.
My home is your own, and there is an extra bedroom which is yours, if you should want for it to be.