Fifteen, to secure for myself the prize of an audience with the Prime Minister.
[ Excessive? It is a good word, and ambitious is another—perhaps both might be applied to Sion's motivations for choosing to so brazenly pursue the spiders which lurked in the jungle's deep. But as culling the beasts protected the civilians of Polgar, so too had it been freeing, in a way, satisfying something within Sion himself which sang one song, one story as old as the worlds of Enprise and Menoris both. Though this is something which he will never speak of, much like Alice who knows not how to voice the feelings which Sion can only begin to perceive through the link of their mana, the bonds of energy forming from the way they linger together, Alice's head a grounding weight as it rests against his shoulder.
Shifting slightly, he glances down at her, bends so that he might press a kiss against the crown of her hair—they are the only two who have chosen to patron the hotsprings at the moment, the rest of the Heroes partaking in the festivities, so...
It should be all right, shouldn't it, to chance this one bit of affection...?
Smiling, he pulls back up and away, a thoughtful expression crossing his face: ]
Or shall I say Zeed Stun, for that is the name he has adopted since our deployment to Polgar.
[ And it is a rather curious name at that, one which inspires the soft beginnings of a laugh from Sion. ]
In any case, will you rest with me here for a time? The water is quite warm, and after we've had our fill of it, we can join the celebration.
[ A slow lean forward— ] Here.
Allow me to help with your shoes, my Lady. [ For he'd discarded his heels long ago, casting them aside atop the rocks. ] It is the very least I can do after you freed me from that foe of a harness.
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[ Excessive? It is a good word, and ambitious is another—perhaps both might be applied to Sion's motivations for choosing to so brazenly pursue the spiders which lurked in the jungle's deep. But as culling the beasts protected the civilians of Polgar, so too had it been freeing, in a way, satisfying something within Sion himself which sang one song, one story as old as the worlds of Enprise and Menoris both. Though this is something which he will never speak of, much like Alice who knows not how to voice the feelings which Sion can only begin to perceive through the link of their mana, the bonds of energy forming from the way they linger together, Alice's head a grounding weight as it rests against his shoulder.
Shifting slightly, he glances down at her, bends so that he might press a kiss against the crown of her hair—they are the only two who have chosen to patron the hotsprings at the moment, the rest of the Heroes partaking in the festivities, so...
It should be all right, shouldn't it, to chance this one bit of affection...?
Smiling, he pulls back up and away, a thoughtful expression crossing his face: ]
Or shall I say Zeed Stun, for that is the name he has adopted since our deployment to Polgar.
[ And it is a rather curious name at that, one which inspires the soft beginnings of a laugh from Sion. ]
In any case, will you rest with me here for a time? The water is quite warm, and after we've had our fill of it, we can join the celebration.
[ A slow lean forward— ] Here.
Allow me to help with your shoes, my Lady. [ For he'd discarded his heels long ago, casting them aside atop the rocks. ] It is the very least I can do after you freed me from that foe of a harness.