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The concept of honesty was mentioned more than a few times as the three of them spoke. Yes, Æros was prone to spinning tales himself– but it dawned on him over the course of this encounter that despite this fact, dishonesty in the face of circumstances so grave would serve him no benefit. It was great fun to lie and play games when there were no stakes, when absolutely nothing mattered, but here? None he would tell. So was he an honest man? No, but arguably, he was, in his own odd way, trustworthy– the capricious Fæ might not care about the feelings of another but regarding Solunarium as a whole, he was wholly devoted to the nation’s best interests.
And oh, what arrogance! Æros was, in truth, baffled by this reaction from the Vigil, failing to hide his emotions this time as eyes widened lips curled into a sneer. Nonetheless, he was silent, and his expression neutralized as quickly as it had broken. The Starborn was, in truth, just as impressed by Phocion’s decision making skills as the man was with his own and it pained him that the organization had somebody so painfully incompetent so very high up. A fool’s gambit, it was, to offer so amiable an exchange with Arcas of all figures, and further, it was even more narrow minded to insist that he make his leave with haste.
It couldn’t possibly be that the dusky elf was sweeping so wholly over his advice from bias against him, was it? For if that were the case, that speaks to a far deeper level of emotional incompetence than simply coming to the conclusion Phocion had done on his own. Petty, really, it would be, and in matters like this…there was no room for pettiness. Yes, Æros knew full well that he’d made a mistake but to write away any further input based upon one singular lapse in judgment was…questionable. To him, it illustrated that Phocion was quick to make decisions and didn’t think very hard about them, which was a flaw in and of itself.
However, one thing that stuck out in this conversation above all else was the mention of mount Kaladan. First by Arcas, and then the ominous mention by Phocion. Æros found it odd that all he'd bothered to say was that he went. It made him wonder what, if anything, the other found. If he found something of note, would it not be something one would take as a point of pride? Arrogant as Phocion was, Æros doubted the man would hold his tongue if anything truly remarkable had happened. With that in mind, was there anything there at all? Why, at this point, would Arcas lie about such a thing? These swirling thoughts served to ignite Færie’s own insatiable curiosity and, for good or ill, he would find himself making the pilgrimage to that mountain in due time.
Looking to Dæmon, “...my statements had no ill intentions, trust me. Rather, my intent was to offer something not dissimilar to what Phocion has concocted, just kept under a stricter watch and the goal wouldn’t be to sweep you away as fast as possible. Rather, my goal would’ve been entirely different and, I assure you, included no harm- nor imprisonment- to you or your dear Mathias, but I suppose the point is moot, no? You heard the Vigil– I am not to be trusted,” the Fae punctuated that sentiment with a soft smile, carrying his words with an almost musical lilt to his voice the entire time he was speaking. His tone, too, was far more cheerful than one would expect for the reaction he’d been given by either man. In spite of this, with consummate skill did he mask his true feelings, warping the sound of his own Melodies to mirror the vibrancy of the emotions he was showing on the surface.
Of course, this was not without reason, but such justifications for his true emotions were not something he intended to share with anyone here. It was so very rich of Phocion to call the divine arrogant in spite of himself, and then there was the fact that Arcas was a monster. At this moment, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with either of them, but who knew what the future would hold for all parties present?
And oh, what arrogance! Æros was, in truth, baffled by this reaction from the Vigil, failing to hide his emotions this time as eyes widened lips curled into a sneer. Nonetheless, he was silent, and his expression neutralized as quickly as it had broken. The Starborn was, in truth, just as impressed by Phocion’s decision making skills as the man was with his own and it pained him that the organization had somebody so painfully incompetent so very high up. A fool’s gambit, it was, to offer so amiable an exchange with Arcas of all figures, and further, it was even more narrow minded to insist that he make his leave with haste.
It couldn’t possibly be that the dusky elf was sweeping so wholly over his advice from bias against him, was it? For if that were the case, that speaks to a far deeper level of emotional incompetence than simply coming to the conclusion Phocion had done on his own. Petty, really, it would be, and in matters like this…there was no room for pettiness. Yes, Æros knew full well that he’d made a mistake but to write away any further input based upon one singular lapse in judgment was…questionable. To him, it illustrated that Phocion was quick to make decisions and didn’t think very hard about them, which was a flaw in and of itself.
However, one thing that stuck out in this conversation above all else was the mention of mount Kaladan. First by Arcas, and then the ominous mention by Phocion. Æros found it odd that all he'd bothered to say was that he went. It made him wonder what, if anything, the other found. If he found something of note, would it not be something one would take as a point of pride? Arrogant as Phocion was, Æros doubted the man would hold his tongue if anything truly remarkable had happened. With that in mind, was there anything there at all? Why, at this point, would Arcas lie about such a thing? These swirling thoughts served to ignite Færie’s own insatiable curiosity and, for good or ill, he would find himself making the pilgrimage to that mountain in due time.
Looking to Dæmon, “...my statements had no ill intentions, trust me. Rather, my intent was to offer something not dissimilar to what Phocion has concocted, just kept under a stricter watch and the goal wouldn’t be to sweep you away as fast as possible. Rather, my goal would’ve been entirely different and, I assure you, included no harm- nor imprisonment- to you or your dear Mathias, but I suppose the point is moot, no? You heard the Vigil– I am not to be trusted,” the Fae punctuated that sentiment with a soft smile, carrying his words with an almost musical lilt to his voice the entire time he was speaking. His tone, too, was far more cheerful than one would expect for the reaction he’d been given by either man. In spite of this, with consummate skill did he mask his true feelings, warping the sound of his own Melodies to mirror the vibrancy of the emotions he was showing on the surface.
Of course, this was not without reason, but such justifications for his true emotions were not something he intended to share with anyone here. It was so very rich of Phocion to call the divine arrogant in spite of himself, and then there was the fact that Arcas was a monster. At this moment, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with either of them, but who knew what the future would hold for all parties present?
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