[ Perhaps it would've disturbed Persephone a little bit to know that she was being watched once she had entered the city proper from the elevator, but there was very little hard-eyed scrutiny because he viewed her approach with nostalgia. Throughout their interactions, he had touched briefly on thoughts and feelings and perhaps there had been a bit of healthy irritation that she had not remembered. But here within this realm, he was hit the hardest-- perhaps it was the soft light of the Tempest, the trees that lined the avenue replete with purplish pink blossoms and spires that seemed to climb ever upward as if reaching for some divine truth.
Had they not walked those same avenues in the past and talked of their hopes, their dreams for the future-- back when the world was exactly as how it should be and he had not wanted it to change in the slightest. But as time proved, change was a cardinal force. He'd seen it well enough throughout the eras where calamity upon calamity had ravaged the Source. A wonderful irony really that he and his brethren had to force change in order to make things go back to exactly as they had been.
They'd known each other many times throughout time though the last time that they had fully interacted had been with the demise of the Allagan Empire. Off the radar she had fallen and considering the nature of the Crystal Tower, was it really any wonder? Oh but he had recognized her the moment he had seen her from a distance in Eulmore and that had caused a rather drastic shift in plans. No surprise of course as he was used to theatrical improvision-- but it made him want to creep closer and closer until invariably he could not keep it inside anymore and he effected due introductions. Oh that the Scions did not care, like they had ever mattered. No, he had maintained eye contact with her the entire time.
Yes, fielded their questions as they barraged off of him, but truly-- all he really needed was Persephone to acknowledge him in a way that proved satisfactory. There had been a few times when he thought he'd almost had her, but then she slipped back into a vauge fog that he knew was only the minds defense mechanism. That still did not stop him from trying.
But here in Amaurot, he could hear the questions in her heart and there was just as much thirst within him to answer those questions. If she wanted answers, he would give her those answers. After all it had always been hard not to give her what she wanted just as much as it was hard to let her get even a little bit away from him.
A snap of his fingers and very soon, Persephone would see a figure making it's way down the street of Amaurot. A familar form that perhaps she had been expecting and despite it was clear that their paths would intersect by his machinations alone. and unfortunately when it came down to it, all of this was just that-- a divine show of machinations made to jog her memory.. her memories. ]
I am glad!
Had they not walked those same avenues in the past and talked of their hopes, their dreams for the future-- back when the world was exactly as how it should be and he had not wanted it to change in the slightest. But as time proved, change was a cardinal force. He'd seen it well enough throughout the eras where calamity upon calamity had ravaged the Source. A wonderful irony really that he and his brethren had to force change in order to make things go back to exactly as they had been.
They'd known each other many times throughout time though the last time that they had fully interacted had been with the demise of the Allagan Empire. Off the radar she had fallen and considering the nature of the Crystal Tower, was it really any wonder? Oh but he had recognized her the moment he had seen her from a distance in Eulmore and that had caused a rather drastic shift in plans. No surprise of course as he was used to theatrical improvision-- but it made him want to creep closer and closer until invariably he could not keep it inside anymore and he effected due introductions. Oh that the Scions did not care, like they had ever mattered. No, he had maintained eye contact with her the entire time.
Yes, fielded their questions as they barraged off of him, but truly-- all he really needed was Persephone to acknowledge him in a way that proved satisfactory. There had been a few times when he thought he'd almost had her, but then she slipped back into a vauge fog that he knew was only the minds defense mechanism. That still did not stop him from trying.
But here in Amaurot, he could hear the questions in her heart and there was just as much thirst within him to answer those questions. If she wanted answers, he would give her those answers. After all it had always been hard not to give her what she wanted just as much as it was hard to let her get even a little bit away from him.
A snap of his fingers and very soon, Persephone would see a figure making it's way down the street of Amaurot. A familar form that perhaps she had been expecting and despite it was clear that their paths would intersect by his machinations alone. and unfortunately when it came down to it, all of this was just that-- a divine show of machinations made to jog her memory.. her memories. ]