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beneath the stars

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"And here, I thought you were 'always watching' from the shadows, and all that..." Felih hums as he crouches down, in that Miqo'te manner, a finger poking idly at the napping body he sees. The logical thing to do upon seeing Emet-Selch's physical form again would be to alert his companions, but it's far more fun just to pester the man. Ascian or no, the man has kept to his word about staying out of the way...

And there haven't been that many signs of hostility yet, so he may as well take advantage of the man's... companionship? Presence? To ask the endless font of questions he's had for far too long.

"I suppose I should be glad you sleep. It means some time is kept to myself, dalliances free from prying eyes."

His brings around his long, fluffy tail to poke at Emet-Selch's cheek with the tip of it, as if to tickle him awake.

The man can sleep through Elidibus's speeches, Felih. A tail won't do much.

A tail and a voice, however, might do it. He starts to stir, frowning and batting away the tail.

Felih can't help but grin. Oh? The Ascian is a heavy sleeper? He would've never guessed, and he keeps tickling at him with his tail and can't help the laugh.

"Well, this is certainly unexpected, dear companion. Mayhaps simply tagalong?" he keeps teasing, hoping to wake the man up and simply catch him off-guard. Strange, Felih thinks, that an Ascian would simply... nap out in the open, unguarded, like this. What a confident bastard...

The laugh is what gets him, frowning and nose twitching and trying to to sneeze. Last he checked, he was only so much aether floating about in the world barely aware of anything, so why the hells...

Oh. As the world comes into focus he can't help but sigh at his tormentor. "Must you?"

"Absolutely," is Felih's grinning, delighted response, a purr now rumbling in his chest while he crouches beside him.

"After all, this is a rare opportunity. A sleeping Ascian, unguarded, out in the open? Clearly, the best chance to answer the age-old question: do immortals get ticklish?" Felih's an oversized kitten sometimes, with his playfulness getting ahead of his sense.

He does hum, however, looking at the man curiously. "I hadn't even figured you would need to sleep."

He sits up, brushing himself off and giving Felih a most unamused Look. It doesn't seem he's ticklish, just Annoyed.

"We can only pass the time so many ways before resorting to sleep," is the reply. "And, in my case, sleep is about the only thing that ever shut my peers up."

"Truly? Is there nothing that entertains you, even now?" Felih muses, tilting his head. "An entire world- no, several worlds of activities to do and sights to see and people to meet, and you get bored?" he asks, settling down more comfortably on the grass.

"...let me put it this way." Emet-Selch sits up, fully aware that his nap his ruined. "Children eventually tire of their toys, correct? You even have those little savages who tire of their pets. It's much the same thing with me."

Felih hums a little, quiet for several moments, before murmuring, "Each reflection is its own infinity- and you truly find yourself tired of it all? It sounds more like you're lacking creativity or adventurousness," he muses, not as critical as it is intrigued. "Which is odd, considering your kind were all creators, weren't they? Ever curious. Ever adventurous with their ideas. Don't you wonder how those creations have changed on their own?"

Felih is lucky Emet-Selch is too tired and bored to take more than a passing offense to "lacking creativity". Those would have been the only words capable of provoking an Ascian to violence in the glory days.

"Perhaps at one point, before several centuries passed and I realized the most promising thing about the remains of our world was how easy it is to cause chaos. It's rather like watching ants day in and day out." He sighs. "Eventually, you just tire of it and set the whole ant hill ablaze."

Felih pouts at that, tail flicking from side to side.

"But you lived as one of those ants, once, at least. You lived among us- sired children, founded an empire, all that. Wasn't that interesting? Now that I think of it, you must have had a wife then, even if only for politics' sake. You had a child. To live as we do- did it not grant you some new perspective?"

"Several wives. Several children." A minor detail, but worth noting. "And the only perspective it ever granted me was that your lives are so small, so futile that it's a mercy to end them."

Another huff, another swish and thump of his cloud of a tail on the ground.

"If our lives are to end regardless, why not just let them run their course? We enjoy being alive, for the most part," Felih replies, before humming and curiously looking intently at Emet-Selch. He's clearly examining his face in particular, and after a minute of more silence, be finally says something.

"You mentioned using just one body, since it was easier. How old is this one? Is this only as old as 'Solus' is? Or does it predate that? Actually, now that I think on it- did you create this body? Or did you possess one like this and just decide to keep it?" he asks, ears perking forward curiously, eyes glinting as if searching for something interesting.

That is...an awful lot of questions and honestly he's not sure how to handle this. Emet blinks before deciding to humor the Warrior. What is he going to do with the information, blackmail him?

He taps his chest. "This particular body is a clone. My dear grandson is interested in cloning and decided to use my body as a test subject, which of course means I have plenty of spares back on the Source should I need them. The original Solus body was the the body of some noble Garlean boy that I decided to make my own shortly after he was born, though I have admittedly grown fond of this form."

Felih starts purring. A soft, faint one, but it's there. "Is that so... what makes you fond of this one?" he chirps, his tail now swaying idly behind him, the silky, long fur shimmering in the scant rays of light that make it through the forest canopy.

He's far more intrigued, and the closer he seems to get to the heart of his curiosity, the more pleased he seems.

"After all, you must have had the worlds at your fingertips, for choosing or making a form. What makes this one worth keeping?"

"Should an Ascian make a form, with the world as it is, we will lack a shadow and out all who see us to our true nature. It's much easier just to find one we like and borrow it for a bit."

He glances down at his hands, thinking. How deep does he really feel like going with Felih?

"As for why I like this one so much...well, I like being tall."

Felih's eyes light up and his tail fluffs up a little, quivering behind him as a grin spreads across his face. It was... not the answer he'd been expecting, but that's what made it so delightful. That purr grows louder and he leans in, filled with mischief- for this one moment, this Ascian is not an enemy, no- but just someone he can play around with. How much are Ascians and the mortals similar? Clearly, they still experience existence in similar ways.

"Truly? So height matters to you? Vanity!" says the hypocrite, who is also vain as all hells. "You like to be tall- what else do you consider aesthetically pleasing, then? Clearly, you have preferences and certain things you enjoy- you were a creator, once. What things do you find beautiful, or pleasing?"

And here he was expecting to get yelled at for giving him a non-serious answer. Hm.

Well, he can humor the hero a bit. The questions are harmless and it's been ages since someone asked him what he liked. Not even his last wife...

"You've seen Allagan ruins, haven't you? I was always fond of that aesthetic, and sadly Garlemald can never hope to achieve it." A sad, resigned sigh. "Though I claim no responsibility for Allagan fashion. That was entirely Xande's wife's doing."

This is... strangely thrilling. To just... sit and talk with an Ascian, as if this were normal. As if they hadn't been at each other's throats a short time ago. It's interesting, and for someone as endlessly curious as Felih, he can't help but take advantage of this moment and enjoy it for as long as he can.

"Oh- so the architecture! Were you an architect- a creator of structures and form? Or did you create all manner of things?" he asks, tail wiggling behind him now as he settles down, relaxing just a little more.

Still, the comment about fashion has Felih giving a small, sharp exhale through his nose of amusement, shaking his head. "Tell me about it- 'twas a mess. No sense of elegance- and I should know," he hums. He himself strives to be fashionable at all times, part of the reason he's so finicky and fussy about his appearance, his grooming, keeping his long hair silky-soft and shiny, skin smooth and unblemished. It's too bad that the life of an adventurer leaves him with so many scars.

"It was a mess and I am ashamed that was my daughter. I know I taught her better than that." Oh, he misses her suddenly. She was a good girl, for a savage.

But that first question gives him pause. He looks at Felih, searching. "Why do you want to know? It doesn't matter. Never again will I create."

Felih can't help but feel thrilled to hear him speak like this. He insists that men are nothing like what Ascians once were, but he sounds now just like any other man, fussing about his daughter. His eyes are bright and he keeps purring, but the sound falters a little when Emet-Selch looks at him dead-on like that.

Surprised, Felih hums again, a habit he never grew out of. Humming old melodies while he thinks and composes his thoughts. Never does the music seem to cease, with him.

"I simply wondered," he replies. "What it was like. You go on and on, about how lovely the world used to be- but you never tell us about it. I wonder, what it was like? To create. To imagine something, and see it simply... become. What kinds of things did you find important, I wonder? What kinds of things did you delight in creating?"

"...after all, 'tis not so different from men, in some ways. Though we lack the innate power to simply will something into existence... I feel there is merit to be had, in working material with your own hands, to bend the world around you to create something lovely."

An ear flicks, an ornate earring glinting in the light purposefully. "It is... soothing. Rewarding. When I fuss about the last details of the metalwork, or when I am at the loom, ensuring every last thread is in place... to see the completed project fills me with delight."

He looks back up to meet the man's gaze, head tilted. "I wonder, what was it like, for you?"

Emet-Selch turns away, looking up.

"Nothing so...primal as that, I fear. To create was to breathe for us. Imagine a world where the youngest of us can simply will a bottle of milk in their hand, and their mother simply will it away. Where if a friend has a new toy you desire, you could simply ask your father to go to library and check out the concept to craft your own, free of charge. Where your stories could almost come to life as you told them, flashes of characters and settings and battles manifesting as you spoke. And to find all of this mundane."

Felih smiles softly, weakly.

"You did create, at least. For a while. Mayhaps not in the way you once did, but create it you did. You sired children, brought new life into these worlds. You created empires. You created new experiences for both yourself and those around you," he murmurs. "Mayhaps that is not so grand as what you knew. But I think it's incredible. After all, just now, you sounded every bit the father any other man may be."

"To learn to use these bodies of ours, to create... the skill to weave, to work metal, to cook or do anything- even create a new life- the work and the practice and the struggle, it makes things interesting," he murmurs. "Is there not merit in being able to fight against a world we cannot simply will to bend, and instead taking it in our own hands to do so?"

He doesn't bother pointing out that he had children before the Sundering. Of course he sounds like a father.

"Not when it's unnatural."

"Unnatural to you, mayhaps. But the nature of existence is that it changes." Felih hums a little.

"And still. You never did answer my questions about the things you liked, and the things you created," he murmurs, his long tail finally curling around his hip and draping over his lap, until it coils around himself tidily. He starts to comb through the fur with his fingers, lacking his brushes at this moment, as grooming was ever a stress-relieving task for him.

"You liked this body enough to keep it, so you must find some part of it pleasing, even if it's only its height. You must have liked your wives, I think. Enough to tolerate them, enough to have children with them, at least. You must have liked your children, at least enough to raise them."

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