[ A place from his home, Thancred almost corrects, but decides there isn't much point. Sharlayan had been a home of sorts for a good portion of his life, but he would not go as far as to call it that these days. He's not certain anywhere quite fits that bill, though the Rising Stones would be the closest.
While he's never thought of the Horizon as a workshop, Urianger isn't entirely wrong about that, and so he simply nods along with those words as Urianger thinks out loud. A habit that hasn't left him despite his lack of memories — unsurprisingly.
And of course, of course Urianger would choose a tome as his first creation. Much like a knife had been Thancred's first. Though as he takes a few steps closer to see which tome, he isn't quite prepared for what he finds. Yes, he recognizes it. How could he not, when Ryne had held it close for so long? When she had sat at campfires, or in more comfortable accommodations at the Pendants, with her face buried in it?
It brings forth a deep sense of nostalgia, warming his heart and yet tugging at it in the same moment. His smile is soft and there's creasing at the edges of his eyes as he stares down at the familiar book.
Though when Urianger looks to him, Thancred's expression quickly smooths out and he nods. ]
Thancred. [ A pause, and he adds: ] Thancred Waters. The surname came later. In fact, it came from this place. [ He looks back to the river, and if Urianger is to follow its path with his gaze, he'll see that it eventually cascades down, down, down into a great bay. ]
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While he's never thought of the Horizon as a workshop, Urianger isn't entirely wrong about that, and so he simply nods along with those words as Urianger thinks out loud. A habit that hasn't left him despite his lack of memories — unsurprisingly.
And of course, of course Urianger would choose a tome as his first creation. Much like a knife had been Thancred's first. Though as he takes a few steps closer to see which tome, he isn't quite prepared for what he finds. Yes, he recognizes it. How could he not, when Ryne had held it close for so long? When she had sat at campfires, or in more comfortable accommodations at the Pendants, with her face buried in it?
It brings forth a deep sense of nostalgia, warming his heart and yet tugging at it in the same moment. His smile is soft and there's creasing at the edges of his eyes as he stares down at the familiar book.
Though when Urianger looks to him, Thancred's expression quickly smooths out and he nods. ]
Thancred. [ A pause, and he adds: ] Thancred Waters. The surname came later. In fact, it came from this place. [ He looks back to the river, and if Urianger is to follow its path with his gaze, he'll see that it eventually cascades down, down, down into a great bay. ]