Trying to shoo your stalwart traveling companion away so fervently? What have I done to offend your delicate sensibilities today, X’rhun?
[The retort comes paired with a smile and a teasing twinge to his words — Ardyn’s usual. He gestures with his hand, a flick of the wrist at the other man, his breath starting to coil in the chill.]
Oh, I could waltz off right now if that is what you truly want. But... no, I do not think I would return to the inn. And then you’d have to spend the rest of your day searching for me, for I can promise that I would not make myself easy to locate.
[And not all purposefully, of course. Though time has passed, and to the point where Ardyn has fallen into a steady rhythm by X’rhun’s side, as if having him close has become the state of normal as it had many times before, he still feels like a stranger in this land. Odd customs, magic, races — places and histories he tries to commit to memory, to organize it in his vast memory and experiences, making room for this new life of his. None of it has fallen into familiarity yet, at least, not with the sort of comfort he feels in his friend’s presence; an anchor in a storm of newness, if he had to make a comparison.
Even so. Not that he wouldn’t go floating off on his own, making mischief not unlike an unattended child, and it’s tempting to do so, but— well. He had hoped to keep company with him today, to remain close as they had been, falling into old habits as easily as a second skin, and tugged forth by curiosity.
A curiosity that grows the more it seems like X’rhun is trying to keep him at a distance, naturally.]
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[The retort comes paired with a smile and a teasing twinge to his words — Ardyn’s usual. He gestures with his hand, a flick of the wrist at the other man, his breath starting to coil in the chill.]
Oh, I could waltz off right now if that is what you truly want. But... no, I do not think I would return to the inn. And then you’d have to spend the rest of your day searching for me, for I can promise that I would not make myself easy to locate.
[And not all purposefully, of course. Though time has passed, and to the point where Ardyn has fallen into a steady rhythm by X’rhun’s side, as if having him close has become the state of normal as it had many times before, he still feels like a stranger in this land. Odd customs, magic, races — places and histories he tries to commit to memory, to organize it in his vast memory and experiences, making room for this new life of his. None of it has fallen into familiarity yet, at least, not with the sort of comfort he feels in his friend’s presence; an anchor in a storm of newness, if he had to make a comparison.
Even so. Not that he wouldn’t go floating off on his own, making mischief not unlike an unattended child, and it’s tempting to do so, but— well. He had hoped to keep company with him today, to remain close as they had been, falling into old habits as easily as a second skin, and tugged forth by curiosity.
A curiosity that grows the more it seems like X’rhun is trying to keep him at a distance, naturally.]