[ To arrive in the Viomichanikós district and find someone already there was, irritating to say the least, but that irritation was only compounded upon realizing that it was Byleth. Strange, unfathomably awkward, incomprehensible — Byleth. Set observes him for a time, standing bold below the beating, scalding rays of the sun as if willing himself to combust into flame and perish before he has to,
sigh,
address the man. For he has no animosity towards Byleth, he simply does not know how to deal with him. Byleth walks like birds he knows of, can identify by the way he hooks his arms as though urging fish to shelter within his shadow so that he might spear them more readily. The Nile River had its share of riverbirds, fisherbirds, reed-warblers and so the image is not lost on him. What is lost on him is — is he singing? It almost surprises him, to think that such a dour-faced man could do something as artful as sing, considering the skill he had at artistic representations. ]
Well, at least you are healthy. What are you singing?
no subject
sigh,
address the man. For he has no animosity towards Byleth, he simply does not know how to deal with him. Byleth walks like birds he knows of, can identify by the way he hooks his arms as though urging fish to shelter within his shadow so that he might spear them more readily. The Nile River had its share of riverbirds, fisherbirds, reed-warblers and so the image is not lost on him. What is lost on him is — is he singing? It almost surprises him, to think that such a dour-faced man could do something as artful as sing, considering the skill he had at artistic representations. ]
Well, at least you are healthy. What are you singing?