This marks the second time one (1) Hero King, Sion Astal, has both witnessed, and been responsible for, Potemkin startling into surprise. Though where the very first time had been marked by a simple widening of the man's solid white eyes, now... now, there is motion, a swift drawing back, coupled with the low rumbles of an exclamation (his name!) echoing throughout the seclusion of the lakeside.
And so: Sion finds he cannot help but laugh, resonant and bright (and just a touch breathless, still, from his fall!), as he turns the sunhat once over in his hands before decisively placing it atop his own head, lambent golden eyes surveying his roommate from beneath its woven brim— ]
Truly, is it so great a surprise to see me? [ How flattering, charming, even. ] Come, walk with me and tell me how you've been.
[ About new homes, new ventures, and whether or not Potemkin has been keeping practice with healing—that flare of scarlet, mending light...
Sion has not forgotten it. In fact, it is the very same hand which Sion had once cut open (dagger, taken to palm in order to prompt Potemkin into action) that is extended to the man now, in place of the sunhat.
Let us be off, the King says without needing to utter a single word, the phrase voiced implicitly with a single, artful cant of head. ]
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This marks the second time one (1) Hero King, Sion Astal, has both witnessed, and been responsible for, Potemkin startling into surprise. Though where the very first time had been marked by a simple widening of the man's solid white eyes, now... now, there is motion, a swift drawing back, coupled with the low rumbles of an exclamation (his name!) echoing throughout the seclusion of the lakeside.
And so: Sion finds he cannot help but laugh, resonant and bright (and just a touch breathless, still, from his fall!), as he turns the sunhat once over in his hands before decisively placing it atop his own head, lambent golden eyes surveying his roommate from beneath its woven brim— ]
Truly, is it so great a surprise to see me? [ How flattering, charming, even. ] Come, walk with me and tell me how you've been.
[ About new homes, new ventures, and whether or not Potemkin has been keeping practice with healing—that flare of scarlet, mending light...
Sion has not forgotten it. In fact, it is the very same hand which Sion had once cut open (dagger, taken to palm in order to prompt Potemkin into action) that is extended to the man now, in place of the sunhat.
Let us be off, the King says without needing to utter a single word, the phrase voiced implicitly with a single, artful cant of head. ]