[He raises a hand to greet the canary, but does not attempt to remove her. Another song that soothes a broken heart -- a thing he has long suspected of Aegis, as well. Have they not all suffered after all this time? And a new suffering, in forgetting the old. The lessons one may have garnered from them.
It is in this looping maze of thoughts that Sajj'aka rarely escapes from, and so his "good" days are rarer than the better. Here, with company -- both that acknowledges him and which does not -- he can find more strength to stop such thoughts in their tracks.
'Tis hard to be a curmudgeon when a canary graces one's horns.]
Surely you find your days of charity as well. [Dare a hint of a smile grace his lips? There is no denying that Azem is capable of vast feats where bounties are concerned, whether in drink, or spirits, or food. Her ability to bring an aura of companionship -- of trust -- is one he has long envied, if truth be told.]
To her next feast, I imagine. [His third eye closes, and he rests only two on Aegis now. There are more things forgotten between them than remembered... and yet after all this time, he still feels some trepidation in approaching Aegis, as if he is afraid to trip once again. The friend feels a gentle admonishment of such thoughts.]
It is a fine day, of sun without rain. [The blood on his chest is now only a stain. The canary sings a pretty tune, and her weight is a welcome one.] The Echoes are quiet.
[Which is a boon to him. They are loudest in times of war, and now... it has been some time since there was a conflict grand enough to need him.] I have missed yours and Azem's company, in truth. I am glad to see you well.
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It is in this looping maze of thoughts that Sajj'aka rarely escapes from, and so his "good" days are rarer than the better. Here, with company -- both that acknowledges him and which does not -- he can find more strength to stop such thoughts in their tracks.
'Tis hard to be a curmudgeon when a canary graces one's horns.]
Surely you find your days of charity as well. [Dare a hint of a smile grace his lips? There is no denying that Azem is capable of vast feats where bounties are concerned, whether in drink, or spirits, or food. Her ability to bring an aura of companionship -- of trust -- is one he has long envied, if truth be told.]
To her next feast, I imagine. [His third eye closes, and he rests only two on Aegis now. There are more things forgotten between them than remembered... and yet after all this time, he still feels some trepidation in approaching Aegis, as if he is afraid to trip once again. The friend feels a gentle admonishment of such thoughts.]
It is a fine day, of sun without rain. [The blood on his chest is now only a stain. The canary sings a pretty tune, and her weight is a welcome one.] The Echoes are quiet.
[Which is a boon to him. They are loudest in times of war, and now... it has been some time since there was a conflict grand enough to need him.] I have missed yours and Azem's company, in truth. I am glad to see you well.