he nods to that - every year, every spring - but... the warmth in his smile drops just a little, as she suggests visiting it. there's still time to experience it, when he returns, huh. ]
...Ah... that's not likely. But... it would be nice. I may at least be able to watch one from afar.
[ with a little smile. ] I doubt I'd be allowed to attend. Any sort of public event like that is dangerous and... I wouldn't want my presence to ruin it. [ as a king, that is. ] It's a day for the people.
[ that's a little lighter, a little more warm, a little more familiar, and comes with a little laugh as he finally sets back from his planted flowers. ]
... I think... for myself, I wouldn't be able to, either. Because... if I were found out, and someone who sheltered me or spent time with me was hurt for it - I'd not be able to live with myself, Zuriel.
[ and she understands that, even if she's looking at the flowers instead of taair. ]
... would they really be in that much danger? [ softly. it's a naive question given taair is the king, but she has to hope that maybe there's an answer that doesn't end in loneliness. ]
[ the smile's sad, but present, and he dips his head. ]
It's likely. Even when I snuck away, someone attempted to kill me - and two of my dear new friends were with me, at the time. If the other mercenary had not shown up, I was going to turn myself in to keep them safe, but... I fear for what could have happened.
[ the scariest thing in the world is to make a friend and lose them because of his bloodline. his background. he treasures the precious few he has (and the many, many he has here) so that it would be devastating. ]
... But. I get to plant them myself, here. And enjoy them - and sit in the dirt with a dear friend, after a very long day. So... I have many, many experiences that I've built here to treasure. Festival or not.
[ she still doesn't entirely think that's fair, but she can't argue against the fact there are still some benefits here, either. so she frowns a little at him and watches before she shakes her head. ]
I don't think I have to tell you my thoughts on this when you already know I find that incredibly unfair. But at least, here, you have some options. We should plant some more of them. Maybe in other patches of the garden for everyone to enjoy? More of the little experiences to add up. They may not change the lack of the one you want, but... they're a different kind of special.
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It sounds lovely. [ and she means it. new beginnings and something beautiful and with people you love. ] And they happen every year? Every spring.
[ she knows it's a stretch, but... happy things. we have to talk about something hopeful. ]
That means there's still time for you to experience one yourself someday when you return.
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he nods to that - every year, every spring - but... the warmth in his smile drops just a little, as she suggests visiting it. there's still time to experience it, when he returns, huh. ]
...Ah... that's not likely. But... it would be nice. I may at least be able to watch one from afar.
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[ with a little smile. ] I doubt I'd be allowed to attend. Any sort of public event like that is dangerous and... I wouldn't want my presence to ruin it. [ as a king, that is. ] It's a day for the people.
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[ that's a little lighter, a little more warm, a little more familiar, and comes with a little laugh as he finally sets back from his planted flowers. ]
... I think... for myself, I wouldn't be able to, either. Because... if I were found out, and someone who sheltered me or spent time with me was hurt for it - I'd not be able to live with myself, Zuriel.
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... would they really be in that much danger? [ softly. it's a naive question given taair is the king, but she has to hope that maybe there's an answer that doesn't end in loneliness. ]
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It's likely. Even when I snuck away, someone attempted to kill me - and two of my dear new friends were with me, at the time. If the other mercenary had not shown up, I was going to turn myself in to keep them safe, but... I fear for what could have happened.
[ the scariest thing in the world is to make a friend and lose them because of his bloodline. his background. he treasures the precious few he has (and the many, many he has here) so that it would be devastating. ]
... But. I get to plant them myself, here. And enjoy them - and sit in the dirt with a dear friend, after a very long day. So... I have many, many experiences that I've built here to treasure. Festival or not.
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I don't think I have to tell you my thoughts on this when you already know I find that incredibly unfair. But at least, here, you have some options. We should plant some more of them. Maybe in other patches of the garden for everyone to enjoy? More of the little experiences to add up. They may not change the lack of the one you want, but... they're a different kind of special.