[Then they both do not rest, and they both do not stand still, and they both... now have issues with something green. Even if those issues might be anathema to each other. Even if... Hayame's might just be an excuse.
(Had Set retrieved his son? She had wanted to ask, and yet... the fact that he had not said a word about it... Did he know she had "punished" Gen in her own way, unable to honor the claim she had ceded him in the face of the brat's fresh crimes against Meridian and her personally? She was going to shatter his shard, but by the time she found where the body had fallen...)]
... I do not.
I thought good soil and exposure to rain would be enough for such a thing. If there are things you need to teach me about this... I must ask you fold it into the price you ask of me.
[Are friends supposed to be able to ask favors of each other without the need for prices? She doesn't know anymore. But it feels like an imposition, that she be asking him for this, so surely she is the one incurring debt. The one staring at the pomegranate and persimmon in her hands and wondering if putting down roots in this place will answer the question he had so recently asked her about the fact that she could not deny her presence in this world.
He is on his way... and though she debates greeting him by standing in front of the home Liem Talbott had seen constructed, her hands folded in front of her equine chest... Surely it was more fitting that he see the inside of her... "home"? Or no, perhaps that was too presumptuous of her? He would have visited before now, surely, if he had interest or intent. Or... was he waiting for an invitation? ... Actually, no, the idea of the chaotic god of war waiting for invitations is very silly of her.
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(Had Set retrieved his son? She had wanted to ask, and yet... the fact that he had not said a word about it... Did he know she had "punished" Gen in her own way, unable to honor the claim she had ceded him in the face of the brat's fresh crimes against Meridian and her personally? She was going to shatter his shard, but by the time she found where the body had fallen...)]
... I do not.
I thought good soil and exposure to rain would be enough for such a thing. If there are things you need to teach me about this... I must ask you fold it into the price you ask of me.
[Are friends supposed to be able to ask favors of each other without the need for prices? She doesn't know anymore. But it feels like an imposition, that she be asking him for this, so surely she is the one incurring debt. The one staring at the pomegranate and persimmon in her hands and wondering if putting down roots in this place will answer the question he had so recently asked her about the fact that she could not deny her presence in this world.
He is on his way... and though she debates greeting him by standing in front of the home Liem Talbott had seen constructed, her hands folded in front of her equine chest... Surely it was more fitting that he see the inside of her... "home"? Or no, perhaps that was too presumptuous of her? He would have visited before now, surely, if he had interest or intent. Or... was he waiting for an invitation? ... Actually, no, the idea of the chaotic god of war waiting for invitations is very silly of her.
She goes to wait for him outside.]