[ Well in all honesty, Emet-Selch would most likely tell Thancred where to shove it and in no uncertain terms. If it hadn't been for the fact that Lahabrea had been one of the Tempered, he would of certainly thought that Thancred very well could be a piece of Lahabrea's shard with how much he was perpetually annoyed by him. He had even tried to think of if there were anyone that existed back in the old days that could've annoyed him as much as Thancred did and really couldn't. Somewhat faulty memory, that was what happened when you had known so many people in a past life. ]
Ah, the Convocation gathering-- where we celebrate another person ascending the ranks; tis the only type that we had anything that amounted to a party; at least one that wasn't just an excuse to get together, share books and talk over ideas.
[ It had been one of those few times where masks did not need to be worn and Emet-Selch, oh he who had generally flouted comformity at every opportunity (or tried too, and would generally get scolded by the only person who had the ability to do even that). He had loved the dancing and the mingling and seeing everyone without their masks. He with his golden eyes and white hair, quirking smile and sharp features that also hid just as sharp as a mind.
That mind throughout time certainly hadn't dulled even though he was much slower in movements then he had been back then. Ah, such was time itself. ]
What else do you remember about that night?
[ he aerated the wine in his glass as he watched Allumette-- the expressions on her face as she tries to remember what it was-- all those little details, seeing tendrils of an unlooked for echo wrap around her ]
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Ah, the Convocation gathering-- where we celebrate another person ascending the ranks; tis the only type that we had anything that amounted to a party; at least one that wasn't just an excuse to get together, share books and talk over ideas.
[ It had been one of those few times where masks did not need to be worn and Emet-Selch, oh he who had generally flouted comformity at every opportunity (or tried too, and would generally get scolded by the only person who had the ability to do even that). He had loved the dancing and the mingling and seeing everyone without their masks. He with his golden eyes and white hair, quirking smile and sharp features that also hid just as sharp as a mind.
That mind throughout time certainly hadn't dulled even though he was much slower in movements then he had been back then. Ah, such was time itself. ]
What else do you remember about that night?
[ he aerated the wine in his glass as he watched Allumette-- the expressions on her face as she tries to remember what it was-- all those little details, seeing tendrils of an unlooked for echo wrap around her ]
Surely there is more...