Sivan was gone—sort of. To distract himself, Exael turned instead to his aidolon's student, his strange young friend. He knew the ebb and flow of Sivan's emotions, and perhaps sensed them in Rivin. He cocked his head, eyeless gaze upon the mutt.
I wonder if your Infernal companion would show himself before me should you lose yourself to your negative emotions in my presence, he wondered within both their minds. Or perhaps he is a coward as many infernals are when they do not have an unassailable advantage. Perhaps you should sleep in Sivan's home more often, and I can watch over you while you sleep so it does not make mischief with your body while you dream.
The celestial apparently didn't think this offer was strange, but then Sivan was a self-proclaimed strange person so his aidolon wasn't going to be any sort of normal.
Perhaps the endless spirit of wisdom was nervous; he began to collect Sivan's clothes and fold them, an utterly pedestrian, mundane exercise from a decidedly otherworldly creature. It held the curved sword as if waiting for Sivan to return and take it up.
He has too many connections here to lose himself to the Wolf, he mused, perhaps trying to reassure Rivin, perhaps trying to reassure himself.
Finally, one hand closed on the scabbard of the sword, holding it carefully, another hand unfolding toward Rivin.
Would you share in my vigil? Even without taking Exael's hand, there was a flicker of Sivan in the air. Some of the spirits had followed in the wild chase; others remained, creatures that didn't breathe waiting with bated breath. He offered the student a bit of a link with Sivan's mind as he underwent this test.
I wonder if your Infernal companion would show himself before me should you lose yourself to your negative emotions in my presence, he wondered within both their minds. Or perhaps he is a coward as many infernals are when they do not have an unassailable advantage. Perhaps you should sleep in Sivan's home more often, and I can watch over you while you sleep so it does not make mischief with your body while you dream.
The celestial apparently didn't think this offer was strange, but then Sivan was a self-proclaimed strange person so his aidolon wasn't going to be any sort of normal.
Perhaps the endless spirit of wisdom was nervous; he began to collect Sivan's clothes and fold them, an utterly pedestrian, mundane exercise from a decidedly otherworldly creature. It held the curved sword as if waiting for Sivan to return and take it up.
He has too many connections here to lose himself to the Wolf, he mused, perhaps trying to reassure Rivin, perhaps trying to reassure himself.
Finally, one hand closed on the scabbard of the sword, holding it carefully, another hand unfolding toward Rivin.
Would you share in my vigil? Even without taking Exael's hand, there was a flicker of Sivan in the air. Some of the spirits had followed in the wild chase; others remained, creatures that didn't breathe waiting with bated breath. He offered the student a bit of a link with Sivan's mind as he underwent this test.