As the festivities proceeded, he had caught sight of Gen out of the corner of his eye. It's not something he could acknowledge given others vying for his attention. Surely if he wanted something, he could ask in some fashion or another.
People continue to stream in one after the next. It's only when a trembling old man asks to see his long-deceased wife again that he decides to excuse himself and let them speak on their own accord. (The conjuring of her looked so young. How many years had he thought of what he might say?)
Emet-Selch takes the moment to gather a drink and retreat a short distance away. Where, it seems, Gen has taken to loitering. He takes a sip of his drink while shooting a skeptical glance at the pair of ears that adorned his head. They are not festival decorations - is it some new popular teenage trend or something? Ridiculous.
"It hasn't become any less busy since the festival started, no. Nor do I expect it to." He looks out at the crowd with an obviously tired gaze. Conjuring for hours on end typically wouldn't take such a toll, but the aether here is still strange to him. His shard is likely no help on the matter. "It is not uncommon to have memories that one desires to revisit, just as they have memories they would sooner avoid. They gather here with the hopes to feel the warmth they recall."
His tone of voice lifts. And, aided by the positivity he has garnered from the event, he decides to partake in teasing his young protege. "Come now. Have you come to ask me for a conjuring of your beloved whom you desperately long to see once more?" He adds theatrically, "I give you my word, I shan't tell a soul."
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People continue to stream in one after the next. It's only when a trembling old man asks to see his long-deceased wife again that he decides to excuse himself and let them speak on their own accord. (The conjuring of her looked so young. How many years had he thought of what he might say?)
Emet-Selch takes the moment to gather a drink and retreat a short distance away. Where, it seems, Gen has taken to loitering. He takes a sip of his drink while shooting a skeptical glance at the pair of ears that adorned his head. They are not festival decorations - is it some new popular teenage trend or something? Ridiculous.
"It hasn't become any less busy since the festival started, no. Nor do I expect it to." He looks out at the crowd with an obviously tired gaze. Conjuring for hours on end typically wouldn't take such a toll, but the aether here is still strange to him. His shard is likely no help on the matter. "It is not uncommon to have memories that one desires to revisit, just as they have memories they would sooner avoid. They gather here with the hopes to feel the warmth they recall."
His tone of voice lifts. And, aided by the positivity he has garnered from the event, he decides to partake in teasing his young protege. "Come now. Have you come to ask me for a conjuring of your beloved whom you desperately long to see once more?" He adds theatrically, "I give you my word, I shan't tell a soul."