The news may seem to be received calmly. Yet it's with a preternatural stillness that Elidibus's visage falls to thought once more. The piercing blue eyes grow half-hooded. Ones which are turned upon Hythlodaeus when gentle words express more than passing knowledge; not of who Fandaniel was but of what he is now.
Something Elidibus and Emet-Selch and Lahabrea had created out of the shattered, torn scrap of a whole man it had once been.
"Yes, I know him." There is enough to know there is almost no chance that it's any other. But Elidibus is watching the lavender-haired ancient. How much had he heard, did he know? In that sorrow, was there... condemnation? No matter how gentle the voice or joy in seeing another of their people. The kindness might be too much.
Yet any reckoning would not be now, certainly not aired in front of a community of strangers who know nothing, should be left knowing nothing. Of course that would not still the fluttering of unease, mayhap uncertainty underneath.
"You are right. I think we'd all benefit from a place of ease while talking of such matters. Along with the one who no doubt awaits us."
Elidibus all but knows who is there by now and that person will also be well aware of whom Hythlodaeus has met and is bringing home. The youthful features seem to ease and his eyes open fully. A polite smile is returned.
"If you've no other plans you would be welcome to accompany me while I make arrangements." There's those in charge of the newcomer's residency to notify perhaps and a surely a small collection of gifts to make use of as he mentioned wanting to do earlier before the matter of Fandaniel.
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"Is that so?"
The news may seem to be received calmly. Yet it's with a preternatural stillness that Elidibus's visage falls to thought once more. The piercing blue eyes grow half-hooded. Ones which are turned upon Hythlodaeus when gentle words express more than passing knowledge; not of who Fandaniel was but of what he is now.
Something Elidibus and Emet-Selch and Lahabrea had created out of the shattered, torn scrap of a whole man it had once been.
"Yes, I know him." There is enough to know there is almost no chance that it's any other. But Elidibus is watching the lavender-haired ancient. How much had he heard, did he know? In that sorrow, was there... condemnation? No matter how gentle the voice or joy in seeing another of their people. The kindness might be too much.
Yet any reckoning would not be now, certainly not aired in front of a community of strangers who know nothing, should be left knowing nothing. Of course that would not still the fluttering of unease, mayhap uncertainty underneath.
"You are right. I think we'd all benefit from a place of ease while talking of such matters. Along with the one who no doubt awaits us."
Elidibus all but knows who is there by now and that person will also be well aware of whom Hythlodaeus has met and is bringing home. The youthful features seem to ease and his eyes open fully. A polite smile is returned.
"If you've no other plans you would be welcome to accompany me while I make arrangements." There's those in charge of the newcomer's residency to notify perhaps and a surely a small collection of gifts to make use of as he mentioned wanting to do earlier before the matter of Fandaniel.
Back to one step forward at a time.
"But by no means should you feel obligated."
The smile is not reflected in Elidibus's eyes.