And if I were to confess that nothing gives me greater pleasure?
[ He speaks not entirely in jest, genuinely grateful to be assigned such chores and keep busy. These are lands yet foreign whilst he lacks any memories to give meaning to the names of locations inked on a map, but he has regained the strength to move about unaided and make himself useful, and with each day that takes him outdoors, his disorientation lessens. Idle, his mind would wander to niggling fears that perhaps he was exiled for some grave misdeed, that it is but a matter of time until his lost past finds him here. From time to time, too, it becomes tempting not to pursue it at all. If the man he was had living family and friends, he would leave them in peace.
But Lord Francel's kindness is no invitation to consider this his home.
Zephirin lingers in the doorway as Francel extends to him a different invitation — he thinks of the broken shield at the monument overlooking Ishgard. A faint something stirred at the sight, he imagined, but he has yet to speak with the knights of House Fortemps stationed at Camp Dragonhead. ]
...Thank you. [ Zephirin's eyes flick to his hands. ] Mayhap my body remembers enough of wielding a weapon that my mind will follow.
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[ He speaks not entirely in jest, genuinely grateful to be assigned such chores and keep busy. These are lands yet foreign whilst he lacks any memories to give meaning to the names of locations inked on a map, but he has regained the strength to move about unaided and make himself useful, and with each day that takes him outdoors, his disorientation lessens. Idle, his mind would wander to niggling fears that perhaps he was exiled for some grave misdeed, that it is but a matter of time until his lost past finds him here. From time to time, too, it becomes tempting not to pursue it at all. If the man he was had living family and friends, he would leave them in peace.
But Lord Francel's kindness is no invitation to consider this his home.
Zephirin lingers in the doorway as Francel extends to him a different invitation — he thinks of the broken shield at the monument overlooking Ishgard. A faint something stirred at the sight, he imagined, but he has yet to speak with the knights of House Fortemps stationed at Camp Dragonhead. ]
...Thank you. [ Zephirin's eyes flick to his hands. ] Mayhap my body remembers enough of wielding a weapon that my mind will follow.