['Ardbert' is watchful and alert. With perhaps a touch of caution underpinning his interest in the style of greeting. Though he does glance briefly down at his own hand and balls up a fist as if committing the explanation to memory it is clear he won't reach out. Particularly with Mira not repeating the outstretched arm herself.]
I see! My apologies, Mira.
[Elidibus does ponder the matter. It seems an odd sort of greeting, but he's surely witnessed countless cultures perform stranger. Surely, even if he doesn't remember many of them clearly.
...
He looks up again with a pleasant grin and a somewhat unguarded expression listens. His eyes widen a trifle. Then narrow.]
Wouldn't remember...?
[And Mira herself speaks of other times and places. What troubles Elidibus has with his memory do not apply to his time spent in Aefenglom. He clearly remembers another conversation wherein he used the excuse of other times and different variations to neatly mislead a Warrior of Light for a time. With it comes realization and the spark of another memory, this one outlining a basic description.
One which Mira fits.]
Ah. So you are the other one.
[The voice of Ardbert doesn't change. Elidibus still sounds like the man. But his manner of speech begins to lose the real Ardbert's idioms and patterns. It's not as if he's unaware that he's in the middle of the orphanage after all. His expression calms. For Sora, it may seem perfectly okay. Elidibus tends to have a more somber air about him when giving private piano lessons. Though he does usually offer a faint smile- even this expression has melted away to a straight-lipped seriousness.]
I ask that you indulge me, Warrior of Light. I would have this discussion be private. [A glance is cast toward Sora.] ...For those already present.
[A hand is raised, fingers spread in an unfortunately familiar enough gesture. Though Elidibus has not mastered this world's magic enough to be completely free of a need to chant, other habits remain. A read of the intention is easy enough. This world translates all languages to their common tongue for universal understanding. Although the utterances may be a language of eld, the details of the spell are heard. 'Let this room be enshrouded from prying eyes. Let sound not escape. Let those who near move pass as though it does not exist.' There is no hint that any are prevented from leaving or- technically speaking- entering. It will simply make it difficult at best to eavesdrop.
Of course, he can be prevented from finishing the cast. Would either act to do so, though?]
So sorry this is so late! ;_;
I see! My apologies, Mira.
[Elidibus does ponder the matter. It seems an odd sort of greeting, but he's surely witnessed countless cultures perform stranger. Surely, even if he doesn't remember many of them clearly.
...
He looks up again with a pleasant grin and a somewhat unguarded expression listens. His eyes widen a trifle. Then narrow.]
Wouldn't remember...?
[And Mira herself speaks of other times and places. What troubles Elidibus has with his memory do not apply to his time spent in Aefenglom. He clearly remembers another conversation wherein he used the excuse of other times and different variations to neatly mislead a Warrior of Light for a time. With it comes realization and the spark of another memory, this one outlining a basic description.
One which Mira fits.]
Ah. So you are the other one.
[The voice of Ardbert doesn't change. Elidibus still sounds like the man. But his manner of speech begins to lose the real Ardbert's idioms and patterns. It's not as if he's unaware that he's in the middle of the orphanage after all. His expression calms. For Sora, it may seem perfectly okay. Elidibus tends to have a more somber air about him when giving private piano lessons. Though he does usually offer a faint smile- even this expression has melted away to a straight-lipped seriousness.]
I ask that you indulge me, Warrior of Light. I would have this discussion be private. [A glance is cast toward Sora.] ...For those already present.
[A hand is raised, fingers spread in an unfortunately familiar enough gesture. Though Elidibus has not mastered this world's magic enough to be completely free of a need to chant, other habits remain. A read of the intention is easy enough. This world translates all languages to their common tongue for universal understanding. Although the utterances may be a language of eld, the details of the spell are heard. 'Let this room be enshrouded from prying eyes. Let sound not escape. Let those who near move pass as though it does not exist.' There is no hint that any are prevented from leaving or- technically speaking- entering. It will simply make it difficult at best to eavesdrop.
Of course, he can be prevented from finishing the cast. Would either act to do so, though?]