"Ah. Yes that... makes sense." Mikka managed after a moment. The idea made him positively miserable, easy enough to see in the pin of ears against his hair as he tilted his head back to rest against the cool stone of the railing as he tried to ignore the creep of cold white starting at the edges of his vision. "Like as not I came here just in time... I don't seem to be able to even so much as summon Zaika to curl in my lap, let alone travelling by aetheryte."
He doubted it would change anything but maybe his starting so far from civilization would give them enough warning to muster some manner of defense. A weak, sad little smile crossing his face, though other than that and the uneasy flick of his tail he didn't move much. Conserving his energy, holding out as long as he was able for all he knew it was only a matter of time, soul aching under the strain of so much Light. "Like as not you'll think me childish for this, and perhaps I am but... I find I cannot bear the idea of being alone. Would you stay? Just... talk to me. About..."
He cast about for a subject, a thing that was made difficult by another loud crack not unlike spun glass breaking apart, body tensing as a fresh wash of agony flooded his voice, making his words a pained rasp. "T-the sky- what was the sky like in the real Amaurot?"
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Date: 2020-11-13 03:07 am (UTC)He doubted it would change anything but maybe his starting so far from civilization would give them enough warning to muster some manner of defense. A weak, sad little smile crossing his face, though other than that and the uneasy flick of his tail he didn't move much. Conserving his energy, holding out as long as he was able for all he knew it was only a matter of time, soul aching under the strain of so much Light. "Like as not you'll think me childish for this, and perhaps I am but... I find I cannot bear the idea of being alone. Would you stay? Just... talk to me. About..."
He cast about for a subject, a thing that was made difficult by another loud crack not unlike spun glass breaking apart, body tensing as a fresh wash of agony flooded his voice, making his words a pained rasp. "T-the sky- what was the sky like in the real Amaurot?"