Felih likes to come back and visit the guild- after all, it's where his journey as an adventurer truly began, and if it weren't for the guild, he probably wouldn't have gotten anywhere near as far as he had. He wouldn't have accomplished anything. The familiar faces in the guild make him feel calmer.
But these days, he's realizing how much more he still has to learn, to accomplish, how weak and powerless he can still truly be.
He's tired and sleepless, thinner than he should be. He sets a heavy tome on Khamu'wo's desk, and he murmurs, uncharacteristically listless, "I- hello again. This- I borrowed this, thank you, but it didn't have what I needed. Are there perhaps other tomes here in the library that might... have more information on corrupt primal aether? How to purge it, or deflect it, or resist it..."
If there was something he could have done... well. It's too late now, but if he learns, he can stop it from ever happening again.
Khamu'wo oft finds himself a little too thin and too tired than what one should be, but ever is he concerned with those around him than himself. This proves true when he notices the Seeker come in, placing the book down on his desk. Green eyes look over the other Miqo'te, and he wonders how much he might be straining himself—before he realizes exactly who is before him.
A few turns it's been since they might have ran into each other proper, what with Felih going off to become the adventurer legend he is, while Khamu'wo has run himself ragged between his two jobs.
"Felih, if I am not mistaken?" He asks coolly, keeping his eyes on him. The question did not go unheard, but at the moment, there are far more pressing matters.
"Pray, when last did you eat—or sleep? You look far too thin and tired to be worrying yourself over such matters."
Felih nods quietly. "Yeah," he murmurs. "That's me." There is none of his usual vim and vigor, none of his preening or vain pride at being remembered or recognized. None of his chirping and flirting- he's just tired, the exhaustion sinking its claws into every ilm of him, showing in the dark bags under his eyes, the way his frame is beginning to get slightly gaunt.
Yellow-gold eyes look listless, and he cannot meet Khamu'wo's gaze.
"That's not the important bit," he responds simply. "I just- I need the information. I can even search myself, just- just point me in the right direction. I know you're probably busy." And since when does Felih not pester people for attention, regardless of busyness?
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But these days, he's realizing how much more he still has to learn, to accomplish, how weak and powerless he can still truly be.
He's tired and sleepless, thinner than he should be. He sets a heavy tome on Khamu'wo's desk, and he murmurs, uncharacteristically listless, "I- hello again. This- I borrowed this, thank you, but it didn't have what I needed. Are there perhaps other tomes here in the library that might... have more information on corrupt primal aether? How to purge it, or deflect it, or resist it..."
If there was something he could have done... well. It's too late now, but if he learns, he can stop it from ever happening again.
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A few turns it's been since they might have ran into each other proper, what with Felih going off to become the adventurer legend he is, while Khamu'wo has run himself ragged between his two jobs.
"Felih, if I am not mistaken?" He asks coolly, keeping his eyes on him. The question did not go unheard, but at the moment, there are far more pressing matters.
"Pray, when last did you eat—or sleep? You look far too thin and tired to be worrying yourself over such matters."
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Yellow-gold eyes look listless, and he cannot meet Khamu'wo's gaze.
"That's not the important bit," he responds simply. "I just- I need the information. I can even search myself, just- just point me in the right direction. I know you're probably busy." And since when does Felih not pester people for attention, regardless of busyness?