[Light as Jin Guangyao's touch is, it nevertheless rests on something deep in Myr's psyche that longs to let someone take command of a conflicting situation. Self-directed as the Faun was, he'd always known his place was safely in the middle of any hierarchy. Back home, it would be a Templar's job to untangling a knot like the Evergreen Circle; it would be Myr's to take direction. Aefenglom had robbed him of that fundamental structure, and for all he's learned a certain amount of independence...
He's also screwed up an awful lot since coming here.
It's comforting to fall back into the old patterns and have someone say things will be taken care of if you only do your part.
He ducks his head in a nod of acknowledgment; yes, he may yet avail himself of the Naga's time, if there's something else they must speak about.
It's strangely easier to find his own voice as the sound of scales rasping together recedes from his ears.] Should you put the motion forth, messere, I'll gladly second it. Even on days like this, [cold, and miserably wet, as they'd both agreed,] I'd rather meet in the garden than be cooped up in our little room.
[His bright smile comes easy, now, with the weight of worry off his heart.]
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He's also screwed up an awful lot since coming here.
It's comforting to fall back into the old patterns and have someone say things will be taken care of if you only do your part.
He ducks his head in a nod of acknowledgment; yes, he may yet avail himself of the Naga's time, if there's something else they must speak about.
It's strangely easier to find his own voice as the sound of scales rasping together recedes from his ears.] Should you put the motion forth, messere, I'll gladly second it. Even on days like this, [cold, and miserably wet, as they'd both agreed,] I'd rather meet in the garden than be cooped up in our little room.
[His bright smile comes easy, now, with the weight of worry off his heart.]