[Sunset Falls] A Fine Evening (Rys, Open)

[Rhuryc]

"Right." Rhuryc spoke because that seemed to be the right thing to do. Once Ryshaltze explained his nature the man had become calm once again, but there remained a deep sense of awe. To be dealing with a being chosen by one of the very gods themselves was an honor Rhuryc did not believe himself to warrant. Yet here he was, face to face with someone of great import. Sleep, he imagined , would be a difficult mistress this night.

Despite all the exposition and wonder, the conversation took a turn back to Rhuryc's weapon. The sword, while assumed to be rich in creation, was really quite plain. The hilt bore no decoration other than its leather bindings and grip, whereas the pommel remained flat and the guard designed to do nothing more than stop a strike. Even the blade was of a lesser construction, marked with only the faded runes and nothing more. If not for the care that Rhuryc kept of it, and the fact that he had the whole of the Ironworks at his disposal, the sword might have very well been useless.

"Naravane, yes." He started, his head shaking as he was brought forth from his stupor. "It's really just a sword crafted for an infantryman, not even a particularly good make. But I'm more interested in, well, you." Rhuryc seemed intent on changing subjects. "You're a being chosen by Leth? That's not something I can just ignore and pleasantly stroll along. Are you on some sort of quest, or do the subjects of the gods idly wander the countryside?"

[Ryshaltze]

Ryshaltze often took the idea of him being touched by divinity for granted and tended to look at that as mere fact. Personally he was more interested in the history of the family sword, but it would seem that Rhuryc had another topic in mind. A topic that the human seemed most intent on being focused on. Ryshaltze sighed internally, he had thought centuries of living amongst the mortals would make him seem more, well, mortal-like. In fact, he was obviously a mortal before Leth plucked him up into the sky, and from his calculations, he was only a celestial being for less than a century before being thrown painfully back down into Mizahar.

"I would expect most people to, or at least they try." He remarked, "I have chosen Leth, and thus worship and respect him accordingly. He had seen fit in my capacity to serve his divine wishes and so has chosen me to be one of his servants to stand rightfully beside his lunar throne." In his Ethaefal form, memories of his experiences in the celestial realm seemed much clearer and more fanthomable than his mortal form could comprehend, and he paused for a while, relishing in the blissful joy only the Chosen can understand. It was therefore a wrenching torment to relinquish such serenity, and he was all the more determined to once again be seen worthy to gain Leth's favour.

"A bit of both, I suppose," He replied to the last part of Rhuryc's question, "I am on a sort of quest, though it's a personal one and does not represent Leth's wishes. And yes, I do wander the countryside, though not idly, as part of my personal quest." He did not elaborate further, for he did not really feel like explaining his motivation - the core purpose of him still existing sanely and not going berserk over his lost divinity - to someone he barely knew. Still, Rhuryc looked like someone who could share weal and woe with him, and he might very well tell him if their relationship improved beyond mere acquaintances should he still be curious.

[Rhuryc]

"Huh." Rhuryc responded in oh-so eloquent a fashion. He seemed to mull over Ryshatlze's words for a long while, the result of which ending in a vast breadth of silence. For what seemed the longest time the man said nothing. Although his expression remained calm and collected, inwardly his mind raced with a thousand thoughts for every second. The idea that a being could be touched by divinity was an astounding fact and that such a creature would take that fact so casually was almost upsetting. Yet, who was Rhuryc to question? The Ethaefal's age was night impossible to determine, this must have been a regular occasion for him.

"I guess that's all there is to that, then." He concluded his thoughts out-loud for the well being of the both the fall's denizens. "Sorry if I disturbed with questions, but, my life is mundane; you're, for one, the closest I've ever been to divinity, and two, it's just a little awe-striking." A hand came up to rub the back of Rhuryc's neck as he spoke in some form of nervous habit. At this point he had no idea what Ryshaltze was capable of and, in earnest, he did not really want to find out.

"I guess, in all fairness, I should offer you a piece of my self in exchange." His head bobbed again. "In question. That is."

[Archon]

Illumination of Development Rhuryc +3 Rhetoric +2 Observation +2 Interrogation +1 Philosophy Lores: Deceptive containers, The sword does not make the man, Ethaefal (Basic) Care to see more? : Rhetoric experience for your chat, Observation experience for your noticing of things, Interrogation experience for your inquisitiveness, and Philosophy experience for your thoughts on the situation and world. Ryshaltze +3 Rhetoric +2 Observation +2 Interrogation Lores: Artificial and natural: Better together, Dealing with shocked mortals, Naravene family (Basic) Care to see more? : Rhetoric experience for your talking, Obeservation experience for noticing things, and Interrogation experience for prying of information. Notes: A quaint little thread. I particularly enjoyed Rhuryc's reaction to Ryshaltze's transformation.