[Her ears twitch with glee. She loves watching him flush; it's adorable. The thought occurs to her that maybe she shouldn't tease him like that, but...]
You can read Norvrandt script, right? I have something here, but I can't make much sense of it...
[It's a leather-bound book by some obscure scholar or other, titled Twelve Covenants. She has one particular section of it marked, and one glance immediately reveals that the book pertains to hypotheses and speculation about time travel, and the concept thereof.
And the section she has marked off? Theories about the toll repeated attempts at reconfiguring history could take on a person physically and mentally, all of them rather bleak. There are mentions at attempting to go back and undo the Flood, for example, and how history itself may be difficult to change even with informed intervention, causing severe duress on a person who leaps back even once to undo it.
...Hypothetically.]
I had thought to try and make heads or tails of it myself, but I thought this might be a bit faster. And more to the point, to answer a question that's been bothering me for a while now.
[ So long as Irhya shows him at least a little mercy in regards to his old name his heart won't fail him. Probably. The man he used to be--the man who still exists, sleeping on the Source--needs to remain apart from him. Though the Exarch does not know if he'll ever not feel that old self stirring when the Warrior calls him by name.
But that's a matter to be dealt with another day. For now there's the favor Irhya's asking of him. Moren would be more than happy to read whatever Irhya needed but the Exarch knows better than to remind her of that. Instead he take the book, quietly pleased at being able to do even a little thing as this for her, and begins reading the contents to her.
As he goes he cannot help but wonder if this is Irhya's way of telling him something. These records aren't unknown to him after all as he'd been on the First while the events were happening. He played no part in them, focusing more on continuing with the plan he and the Ironworks had made. They'd already managed time travel, after all. ]
If it is time travel that draws your curiosity you'd be more than welcome to the notes and logs left by the Ironworks. It may take some time to find where they've been buried, but...at any rate, what was your question?
I've been worried about you, mostly, the more I think about it. I'd always wondered what would've happened if things hadn't turned out the way they did... Would you have tried to go back a second time?
[More specifically, there's something eerily reflective of herself in the Exarch that rings all too clear to her, and she doesn't like it. Sometimes she'll joke that she's the only one allowed to be self-sacrificing, but other times she'll really mean it. Even if the notion has loosened in recent moons, the idea of someone shouldering something like that on her account doesn't sit well with her.]
Even once is too much for anyone, I think. To say nothing of the uncertainty of the present, the idea the current you may just cease to be if things get sorted out. Maybe I'm just overthinking it all... call it a bad habit.
[She smiles wryly, her thoughts still not completely on one set track, but having expressed that much... perhaps there are things she can do to lighten it some. Treating him like a person, like the man he used to be rather than this mysterious all-knowing figure.]
So I guess this is a roundabout way of asking if you want to go get dinner? Or do something fun?
[ The book is closed softly, the Exarch's ears giving a flicker as his smile grows softly fond. So he was right, she is worried about him.
Perhaps she's right to be, it was an unfathomable risk they took no matter how well calculated. There'd be no second chances, for while he could potentially move the Tower through time once more, where would it stand? The Crystarium has stood for a century, Norvrandt had no need for two. As for what dark fate might befall him, well, in truth as he learned what needed to be done that became an integral part of his plan.
Bringing that up now feels cruel, however. It's enough that he survived and that they were ultimately victorious. ]
To speak plain, we share at least that worry. There are times, several times of late, where I find myself wondering what my continued existence truly means...
[ So, what to do with himself. Whether he is actually here to stay until the Tower claims him completely or time more literally catches up to him...he does like Irhya's suggestion. ]
...though if it means I am free to partake in some frivolity, then who am I to refuse?
Being phased out of existence is not the reward you deserve after all that.
[And even in her trials as Warrior of Light, she cannot even begin to fathom the strain that he has kept so carefully hidden for so many years. For all he has been through, he deserves better. Irhya just has to wonder how much she can give that will suffice...]
So I say we work on getting you a better one. Not that time spent being frivolous really amounts to much just yet, but...
[A self-conscious glance to the side. Some habits die hard, no matter how much closer toward order she's brought her chaotic mind over the past few moons.]
Why don't I cook for you this time? There's a small kitchenette in the inn room, and I brought some things over from the Source recently to use, too. I've been working on some small lanterns for the Crystarium's kids, so it's a little messy still, but if that's all right...
[ She knows that, he's sure, and it isn't what she meant but he offers the feeble protest all the same. Victory really was prize enough on its own, especially after such a long, slow battle. Maybe he shouldn't be 'wasting' this chance on leisure--though of course that's not all he'd do.
And now he's second guessing himself. He didn't have this problem before...
The Exarch blinks and blinks again when he realizes what Irhya is offering. The idea of sharing a meal, perhaps at the Wandering Stairs, was one thing but in her suite? And she'd cook for him, this time? He feels his face growing warm. ]
That is--yes, that would be...that would be more than all right.
[She's not about to argue with him over what he does or doesn't deserve, not here and now, so instead Irhya decides to show him, reaching to grab his yet-uncrystallized hand and slip her palm into his.
(It's nice, she thinks, not to have to crane her neck upwards for once.)]
Let's go, then. You don't mind walking like this, I hope?
[Emphasizing her point, she edges a little closer and smiles brightly, not wanting to look like she's dragging him off against his will or something.]
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Date: 2019-07-19 05:21 pm (UTC)You can read Norvrandt script, right? I have something here, but I can't make much sense of it...
[It's a leather-bound book by some obscure scholar or other, titled Twelve Covenants. She has one particular section of it marked, and one glance immediately reveals that the book pertains to hypotheses and speculation about time travel, and the concept thereof.
And the section she has marked off? Theories about the toll repeated attempts at reconfiguring history could take on a person physically and mentally, all of them rather bleak. There are mentions at attempting to go back and undo the Flood, for example, and how history itself may be difficult to change even with informed intervention, causing severe duress on a person who leaps back even once to undo it.
...Hypothetically.]
I had thought to try and make heads or tails of it myself, but I thought this might be a bit faster. And more to the point, to answer a question that's been bothering me for a while now.
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Date: 2019-07-21 01:33 am (UTC)But that's a matter to be dealt with another day. For now there's the favor Irhya's asking of him. Moren would be more than happy to read whatever Irhya needed but the Exarch knows better than to remind her of that. Instead he take the book, quietly pleased at being able to do even a little thing as this for her, and begins reading the contents to her.
As he goes he cannot help but wonder if this is Irhya's way of telling him something. These records aren't unknown to him after all as he'd been on the First while the events were happening. He played no part in them, focusing more on continuing with the plan he and the Ironworks had made. They'd already managed time travel, after all. ]
If it is time travel that draws your curiosity you'd be more than welcome to the notes and logs left by the Ironworks. It may take some time to find where they've been buried, but...at any rate, what was your question?
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Date: 2019-07-22 05:11 am (UTC)[Her ears tilt low.]
I've been worried about you, mostly, the more I think about it. I'd always wondered what would've happened if things hadn't turned out the way they did... Would you have tried to go back a second time?
[More specifically, there's something eerily reflective of herself in the Exarch that rings all too clear to her, and she doesn't like it. Sometimes she'll joke that she's the only one allowed to be self-sacrificing, but other times she'll really mean it. Even if the notion has loosened in recent moons, the idea of someone shouldering something like that on her account doesn't sit well with her.]
Even once is too much for anyone, I think. To say nothing of the uncertainty of the present, the idea the current you may just cease to be if things get sorted out. Maybe I'm just overthinking it all... call it a bad habit.
[She smiles wryly, her thoughts still not completely on one set track, but having expressed that much... perhaps there are things she can do to lighten it some. Treating him like a person, like the man he used to be rather than this mysterious all-knowing figure.]
So I guess this is a roundabout way of asking if you want to go get dinner? Or do something fun?
[At stupid o'clock in the morning.
...Riiiiight.]
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Date: 2019-07-29 04:56 am (UTC)Perhaps she's right to be, it was an unfathomable risk they took no matter how well calculated. There'd be no second chances, for while he could potentially move the Tower through time once more, where would it stand? The Crystarium has stood for a century, Norvrandt had no need for two. As for what dark fate might befall him, well, in truth as he learned what needed to be done that became an integral part of his plan.
Bringing that up now feels cruel, however. It's enough that he survived and that they were ultimately victorious. ]
To speak plain, we share at least that worry. There are times, several times of late, where I find myself wondering what my continued existence truly means...
[ So, what to do with himself. Whether he is actually here to stay until the Tower claims him completely or time more literally catches up to him...he does like Irhya's suggestion. ]
...though if it means I am free to partake in some frivolity, then who am I to refuse?
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Date: 2019-07-30 05:53 am (UTC)[And even in her trials as Warrior of Light, she cannot even begin to fathom the strain that he has kept so carefully hidden for so many years. For all he has been through, he deserves better. Irhya just has to wonder how much she can give that will suffice...]
So I say we work on getting you a better one. Not that time spent being frivolous really amounts to much just yet, but...
[A self-conscious glance to the side. Some habits die hard, no matter how much closer toward order she's brought her chaotic mind over the past few moons.]
Why don't I cook for you this time? There's a small kitchenette in the inn room, and I brought some things over from the Source recently to use, too. I've been working on some small lanterns for the Crystarium's kids, so it's a little messy still, but if that's all right...
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Date: 2019-08-05 08:48 pm (UTC)[ She knows that, he's sure, and it isn't what she meant but he offers the feeble protest all the same. Victory really was prize enough on its own, especially after such a long, slow battle. Maybe he shouldn't be 'wasting' this chance on leisure--though of course that's not all he'd do.
And now he's second guessing himself. He didn't have this problem before...
The Exarch blinks and blinks again when he realizes what Irhya is offering. The idea of sharing a meal, perhaps at the Wandering Stairs, was one thing but in her suite? And she'd cook for him, this time? He feels his face growing warm. ]
That is--yes, that would be...that would be more than all right.
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Date: 2019-08-09 12:22 am (UTC)[She's not about to argue with him over what he does or doesn't deserve, not here and now, so instead Irhya decides to show him, reaching to grab his yet-uncrystallized hand and slip her palm into his.
(It's nice, she thinks, not to have to crane her neck upwards for once.)]
Let's go, then. You don't mind walking like this, I hope?
[Emphasizing her point, she edges a little closer and smiles brightly, not wanting to look like she's dragging him off against his will or something.]