[ just give him a moment. he turns back out to look at the ocean, chin perching on his knees - there's a melancholy weight to him that's not often there, a tired droop to his shoulders. ]
[ he will scooch over to make a little extra room, adjusting his blanket cloak to there's space, but taair's gaze follows claude's, out to the water. ]
... I find the long, long horizon to be a soothing sight. I always have. In the place I was before this, whenever I felt that things became to heavy for me to bear...I used to climb out of my window, and sit on the roof, and stare outwards. Out at the stars, but out at the horizon - out at the palace walls, the city gates, and from that high vantage point, I felt as though I could see the very borders of the Papal States.
[ off, off, and outwards. away from where he was. the words are delivered quietly, reflective and thoughtful, small smile still on his face. ]
And... I used to imagine that I was a bird. That I could fly free of where I was, out into that endless horizon - over the Vlder mountains, the Iria River. And I would make up great stories, about the things I did when I landed. The people I spent time with, traveled with. Laughed with.
[ ... ]
I suppose some old habits die hard. And in the wake of everything today, I wondered if I might find some solace, here.
I'm glad that I can be that, Taair. [ Sincerely. His eyes drift closed again as he sighs. ] To be honest, I have a similar habit.
Oftentimes, I'd feel like the weight of my problems or the decisions I had to make would suffocate me. On those nights, I'd look out over the stars... and think about just how vast and resolute the world really is.
It always made my problems seem smaller, and less scary.
he leans over a little - just a little, to gently nudge at his shoulder with his. ]
I wish those starry skies of your home were in clearer view now. I should like to see them with you.
[ to view it from another person's perspective is a precious experience, after all. to spend time with someone, even more so - and to take the heavy weight of royalty, of duty, away just for a moment is more precious than all. ]
How is looking out at the stars faring for you now? As we grapple with the heavy decisions we've made, today.
They're probably as tall as a horse. Kind of like smaller dragons, though they only have two legs... Most of the are wickedly possessive and territorial, but you can coexist with them if you know how to treat them.
[ hee hee. there's a fond little smile, but he stops to try to imagine the wyverns for a moment - to imagine flying, like he's done many, many times before. ]
I see... they sound wonderful, Claude. [ it sounds like a dream, actually. ] You know... it doesn't surprise me that you've got a good handle on how to treat a creature like that at all.
It must feel so... freeing.
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[ just give him a moment. he turns back out to look at the ocean, chin perching on his knees - there's a melancholy weight to him that's not often there, a tired droop to his shoulders. ]
It's a beautiful view, isn't it?
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He hums a little in agreement. ]
Yeah. Feeling disheartened it comes at such a price?
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[ he will scooch over to make a little extra room, adjusting his blanket cloak to there's space, but taair's gaze follows claude's, out to the water. ]
... I find the long, long horizon to be a soothing sight. I always have. In the place I was before this, whenever I felt that things became to heavy for me to bear...I used to climb out of my window, and sit on the roof, and stare outwards. Out at the stars, but out at the horizon - out at the palace walls, the city gates, and from that high vantage point, I felt as though I could see the very borders of the Papal States.
[ off, off, and outwards. away from where he was. the words are delivered quietly, reflective and thoughtful, small smile still on his face. ]
And... I used to imagine that I was a bird. That I could fly free of where I was, out into that endless horizon - over the Vlder mountains, the Iria River. And I would make up great stories, about the things I did when I landed. The people I spent time with, traveled with. Laughed with.
[ ... ]
I suppose some old habits die hard. And in the wake of everything today, I wondered if I might find some solace, here.
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And have you?
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[ there's a pause, and he turns to look at him, finally - small smile, included. ]
...But, with company of a dear friend, I believe I am coming closer to it.
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I'm glad that I can be that, Taair. [ Sincerely. His eyes drift closed again as he sighs. ] To be honest, I have a similar habit.
Oftentimes, I'd feel like the weight of my problems or the decisions I had to make would suffocate me. On those nights, I'd look out over the stars... and think about just how vast and resolute the world really is.
It always made my problems seem smaller, and less scary.
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he leans over a little - just a little, to gently nudge at his shoulder with his. ]
I wish those starry skies of your home were in clearer view now. I should like to see them with you.
[ to view it from another person's perspective is a precious experience, after all. to spend time with someone, even more so - and to take the heavy weight of royalty, of duty, away just for a moment is more precious than all. ]
How is looking out at the stars faring for you now? As we grapple with the heavy decisions we've made, today.
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They feel like they're going to swallow me whole from the weight of it.
... But that's alright. [ He'll nudge back. ] They'll be there tomorrow, and I can look again.
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[ is to be there tomorrow, and to look again. ]
Look up, remember, and then keep walking forward.
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[ Thinking. ]
I keep thinking that you'd really love to fly on one of the wyverns we have back home.
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[ he looks thoughtful, considering the term - and then lets out a little laugh. ] The creature that supposedly ate your pants...?
[ teasing, though, so more seriously: ] Do you fly them? What are they like?
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That's right. I've been flying since I was a kid.
They're probably as tall as a horse. Kind of like smaller dragons, though they only have two legs... Most of the are wickedly possessive and territorial, but you can coexist with them if you know how to treat them.
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I see... they sound wonderful, Claude. [ it sounds like a dream, actually. ] You know... it doesn't surprise me that you've got a good handle on how to treat a creature like that at all.
It must feel so... freeing.
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It's relaxing being with them even without flying. I don't think my wyvern was ever worried about the current state of governance in Leicester.
[ Hehe... He misses his lizard. ]