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“Oh, dragonshards are an interesting topic to delve into in general! We should sometime, especially because the lodestones you can make as an elementalist can have similar properties. It’s a massive reason why I myself want Elementalism…they can be infused with magics from one’s other Cardinal Runes, too…but that’s– I’m getting sidetracked,” he sounded really rather enthusiastic, almost, until the end where it shifted to bashful, catching himself segueing as he was so very prone to do.
Æros could read the apprehension, the concern that Hilana felt regarding what information she was able to divulge– it rang dissonant in her Symphony. “I only mean insofar as what’s safe to share– I know how tight lipped the Vigilia can be,” and he knew she worked with them. “...but if I can lend a hand, I’d like to.” Out of curiosity, for perhaps a degree of personal gain, a bit of altruism…he had many reasons, but all the same, his desire to assist his friend was genuine.
And perhaps it was wise for Hilana to abstain from spirits on this occasion, because her assumptions were correct– though House Sælyan as a whole stocked a wide variety of alcohol, the ones that Æros found himself drawn to or acquired on his own were always quite a bit stronger than what the rest of his kin preferred, even those who liked their drink. They simply didn’t have the same metabolism as the half-Fæ did; Æros often forgot how much more he needed than most, too.
At this point, Æros wasn’t clumsy with a blade, he had a pretty fair grasp on swordwork, but he felt that he still had quite a bit to go and, in this case, he wanted to make use of the single Reaving trick he had– Returning. Though to use that, such a thing would involve dropping his blade and recalling it repeatedly; useful, sure, but he’d have to be creative with it.
Having chosen to let her strike first, he’d braced himself, and when she did lunge forward, he pivoted on his heel out of the way, bounding out of the way with grace. She was swift, but he expected little less– the girl was a boundless source of energy and she moved fast in even the most mundane of situations. After avoiding her hit, he moved to chop downward with the outer curve of his blade; he’d repositioned to the side of her and meant now to strike her back, using his height as an advantage here. And given that he was bigger than her, he did have a bit of an advantage in terms of reach despite their weapons being similar in size.
Æros could read the apprehension, the concern that Hilana felt regarding what information she was able to divulge– it rang dissonant in her Symphony. “I only mean insofar as what’s safe to share– I know how tight lipped the Vigilia can be,” and he knew she worked with them. “...but if I can lend a hand, I’d like to.” Out of curiosity, for perhaps a degree of personal gain, a bit of altruism…he had many reasons, but all the same, his desire to assist his friend was genuine.
And perhaps it was wise for Hilana to abstain from spirits on this occasion, because her assumptions were correct– though House Sælyan as a whole stocked a wide variety of alcohol, the ones that Æros found himself drawn to or acquired on his own were always quite a bit stronger than what the rest of his kin preferred, even those who liked their drink. They simply didn’t have the same metabolism as the half-Fæ did; Æros often forgot how much more he needed than most, too.
At this point, Æros wasn’t clumsy with a blade, he had a pretty fair grasp on swordwork, but he felt that he still had quite a bit to go and, in this case, he wanted to make use of the single Reaving trick he had– Returning. Though to use that, such a thing would involve dropping his blade and recalling it repeatedly; useful, sure, but he’d have to be creative with it.
Having chosen to let her strike first, he’d braced himself, and when she did lunge forward, he pivoted on his heel out of the way, bounding out of the way with grace. She was swift, but he expected little less– the girl was a boundless source of energy and she moved fast in even the most mundane of situations. After avoiding her hit, he moved to chop downward with the outer curve of his blade; he’d repositioned to the side of her and meant now to strike her back, using his height as an advantage here. And given that he was bigger than her, he did have a bit of an advantage in terms of reach despite their weapons being similar in size.
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