[ karteria still felt like some illusion manifested from some deeper recess of his own strange imagination — a desire to escape from something while simultaneously upholding the responsibilities of otherworldly, suffocating burdens in order to protect the collective.
phainon doesn't say so. not even his gaze reflect those underlying thoughts. the posed question succeeds in garnering his mild intrigue instead: genuine concern for a stranger or insouciant politesse for the sake of it? whatever the case, phainon finds this opportune to momentarily cease the bread's inevitable withering just to make a tentative approach — only really stopping in place if and when there's any possible signs of unease from the other party. ]
Only prior to, but I'll be all right. I haven't much of an appetite at present... Maybe I'll have myself a feast back at the Valentia once the time comes, however.
[ not much of a lie when whatever 'appetite' that does linger within is from the coexisting, secondary soul that didn't even belong to him to begin with. ]
( the mention of the valentia makes his eyes narrow, a slight pinch of displeasure across his lips. )
If you can call the strange jellied concoctions there any kind of feast.
( but he takes the answer in stride, at least for now--because it's not his place, really, to question a stranger like this, even if it does concern him. they may very well happen upon some kind of food here, other than the obvious; he's not keen to start hunting anything down himself, especially not with the bunny that's now decided to nuzzle itself up against his ankle.
with a slow breath, a sigh-- )
I ate earlier. We've been out camping and exploring quite a bit, and I've learned how to adjust to that.
( lack of food, strange schedules, watching over others instead: he isn't too bothered by food. )
Your soul, the thing they gave you here. What is it?
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no worries!! the same happened to one of my threads so i understand.
phainon doesn't say so. not even his gaze reflect those underlying thoughts. the posed question succeeds in garnering his mild intrigue instead: genuine concern for a stranger or insouciant politesse for the sake of it? whatever the case, phainon finds this opportune to momentarily cease the bread's inevitable withering just to make a tentative approach — only really stopping in place if and when there's any possible signs of unease from the other party. ]
Only prior to, but I'll be all right. I haven't much of an appetite at present... Maybe I'll have myself a feast back at the Valentia once the time comes, however.
[ not much of a lie when whatever 'appetite' that does linger within is from the coexisting, secondary soul that didn't even belong to him to begin with. ]
Have you?
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If you can call the strange jellied concoctions there any kind of feast.
( but he takes the answer in stride, at least for now--because it's not his place, really, to question a stranger like this, even if it does concern him. they may very well happen upon some kind of food here, other than the obvious; he's not keen to start hunting anything down himself, especially not with the bunny that's now decided to nuzzle itself up against his ankle.
with a slow breath, a sigh-- )
I ate earlier. We've been out camping and exploring quite a bit, and I've learned how to adjust to that.
( lack of food, strange schedules, watching over others instead: he isn't too bothered by food. )
Your soul, the thing they gave you here. What is it?