Re: (Lyra) A Debt of Gratitude
Posted: Thu Sep 16, 2021 1:09 am
A Debt of Gratitude
There came the moment after Lyra had subtly embraced the warmth of her mug within her fingers, a behavior similar to what Telion did when her's were normally cold at least, before Rickter felt as though the woman were appraising something about him. Her golden eyes didn't really rest on him but rather, seemed fixed in a way that suggested meticulous discernment of the immaterial. Of course he knew the lady to be a sorceress with her own unusual powers, but he found it difficult to suspect her of anything beyond scrutinizing him for whatever reason she beheld.
Telion noticed the peculiar look Rickter started to give and read into the behavior, the wolf's eyes only somewhat narrowed when she looked to Lyra to listen to the language she spoke. There it was again, something about the tongue she spoke in seemed... familiar. Yet Rickter never once understood the meaning of the words, merely, felt as though they were something he should've known. "Those words... what language are they, exactly?" The healer inquired with a sense of hesitation in her town, which led Rickter eye her with a glint of wonder for a moment. Was it the same for her as it were for him? He could barely grasp his mind around what was happening lately, but Rickter had slept much on his way back from Zaichaer, some of those dreams being faint recollections of the night Talon had ascended.
He had believed that the changes were merely internal and strictly involved with him, but having remembered those moments where Telion called out and another spoke in her place... Again, his uncertainty led him to merely wonder, the speculation left in his eyes as he looked back to Lyra hoping to listen. He was just as curious as Telion about the language, it possessed some significance to him, whether it was to a past incarnation or something else... Lyra then proceeded to mention Arcas afterward, and how Talon seemed to embody the entity easily. Rickter noticed it too, how could he not, when he firsthand felt the tender reunion between old friends. Tiberius and Arcas... Was their relationship together what brought Rickter and Talon together to this day? Had fate really woven their destinies so intimately together?
The questions made his gut clench a bit in response, the wolf not very fond of the idea that theirs had been preordained as well. Talon coming in to offer Rickter the connection they shared now, which felt like more than just the threads of fate. He didn't want to question it but with everything that had happened lately... Rickter simply had to take a deep breath and ease it out, icing those doubts once more as he focused on the conversation at hand. "You speak of Arcas as if you knew him personally." Telion remarked curiously as Rickter shifted deeper into the back of his chair, as the touch of his fingers on the tea cup's rim generated a light bit of frost down the ceramic.
"I talked with Arcas myself that night when Talon was supposed to be dead. I saw a few things..." He struggled to grasp them still, but they were gradually becoming clearer the longer he reflected on them. "Bits and pieces of his life more than anything, but what he told me still haunts me even now." As he expressed this he finally lifted his cup with is right hand, sipping at the steaming tea as a mix of hot and cold crossed his tongue. Evidently, the sugar wasn't enough as he noticed the bitterness more than anything, which, the wolf tried to hide as he casually place the cup back down.
"Do you think your connection to Arcas might be why those people took you?" Telion more so asked of him rather than in general, Lyra's response however led to a look of interest from both Telion and Rickter. Suspicions? To learn that she had whispers even where Rickter was... yet, the term Be'Lym. He was only grasping at straws here, but the wolf felt inclined to guess that she referred to him when she said that term. And that implied... "You've kept one'a those things in me?... secretly, without me ever knowing?" He looked to her rather seriously, not necessarily appalled but certainly violated by just the sheer word.
"Wait, you influenced them too? So they'll be back then?" The confusion in her tone mixed with speculative reasoning, Telion knowing Lyra well enough that she didn't really jest much in that regard. If they were coming back then that meant Rickter and Talon were both still in peril, but at least now, they knew to expect it rather than wait for the next event to happen. Make no mistake, however, Rickter's expression fell gravely stoic as he fathomed the extent of what this meant. His kidnappers were going to return eventually... If they were indeed connected to the night of Talon's rebirth, then the wolf had yet another obstacle to worry about in the future. Already he felt his core shake a little, the only anchor to the moment of reality being Lyra's words once more, of trials and the nature of games that gods played. Was she insinuating something there?
"I honestly wouldn't give a damn about it, if it didn't involve the people that I love." He finally admitted to Lyra with his face still stern, but the levity of his stoicism alleviated at least a little. "Talon is a demigod now but he isn't Arcas, he's still Talon the way I see him. But what's happening to me..." His fingers somewhat curled as he trailed with uncertainty, his beloved looking to him dearly as she noticed the light tension in his shoulders. The wolf rather kept his gaze averted from any eye contact at all, clearly troubled by the grandiose of this game that the gods were playing. "I can barely grasp it but there's something beyond Talon and I, something deeper than our Bond that..." His eyes then flicked up in a bit of frustration, a short huff through his nostrils following after before he continued. "Something that may have been Arcas. Or Tiberius."
"Tiberius?" Telion's turn to sound confused came next, curiosity rising in her tone as she looked to Rickter a bit more concerned.
"I spoke with him when I met Arcas, and every now and then there's something that happens. A sudden impulse or even a total white-out, where my memory doesn't remain and something else drives me..." The healer clenched her jaw for a moment before she reached a hand out to his, the wolf simply letting her grasp it as his focus seemed lost in the uncertainty of it all.
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Telion noticed the peculiar look Rickter started to give and read into the behavior, the wolf's eyes only somewhat narrowed when she looked to Lyra to listen to the language she spoke. There it was again, something about the tongue she spoke in seemed... familiar. Yet Rickter never once understood the meaning of the words, merely, felt as though they were something he should've known. "Those words... what language are they, exactly?" The healer inquired with a sense of hesitation in her town, which led Rickter eye her with a glint of wonder for a moment. Was it the same for her as it were for him? He could barely grasp his mind around what was happening lately, but Rickter had slept much on his way back from Zaichaer, some of those dreams being faint recollections of the night Talon had ascended.
He had believed that the changes were merely internal and strictly involved with him, but having remembered those moments where Telion called out and another spoke in her place... Again, his uncertainty led him to merely wonder, the speculation left in his eyes as he looked back to Lyra hoping to listen. He was just as curious as Telion about the language, it possessed some significance to him, whether it was to a past incarnation or something else... Lyra then proceeded to mention Arcas afterward, and how Talon seemed to embody the entity easily. Rickter noticed it too, how could he not, when he firsthand felt the tender reunion between old friends. Tiberius and Arcas... Was their relationship together what brought Rickter and Talon together to this day? Had fate really woven their destinies so intimately together?
The questions made his gut clench a bit in response, the wolf not very fond of the idea that theirs had been preordained as well. Talon coming in to offer Rickter the connection they shared now, which felt like more than just the threads of fate. He didn't want to question it but with everything that had happened lately... Rickter simply had to take a deep breath and ease it out, icing those doubts once more as he focused on the conversation at hand. "You speak of Arcas as if you knew him personally." Telion remarked curiously as Rickter shifted deeper into the back of his chair, as the touch of his fingers on the tea cup's rim generated a light bit of frost down the ceramic.
"I talked with Arcas myself that night when Talon was supposed to be dead. I saw a few things..." He struggled to grasp them still, but they were gradually becoming clearer the longer he reflected on them. "Bits and pieces of his life more than anything, but what he told me still haunts me even now." As he expressed this he finally lifted his cup with is right hand, sipping at the steaming tea as a mix of hot and cold crossed his tongue. Evidently, the sugar wasn't enough as he noticed the bitterness more than anything, which, the wolf tried to hide as he casually place the cup back down.
"Do you think your connection to Arcas might be why those people took you?" Telion more so asked of him rather than in general, Lyra's response however led to a look of interest from both Telion and Rickter. Suspicions? To learn that she had whispers even where Rickter was... yet, the term Be'Lym. He was only grasping at straws here, but the wolf felt inclined to guess that she referred to him when she said that term. And that implied... "You've kept one'a those things in me?... secretly, without me ever knowing?" He looked to her rather seriously, not necessarily appalled but certainly violated by just the sheer word.
"Wait, you influenced them too? So they'll be back then?" The confusion in her tone mixed with speculative reasoning, Telion knowing Lyra well enough that she didn't really jest much in that regard. If they were coming back then that meant Rickter and Talon were both still in peril, but at least now, they knew to expect it rather than wait for the next event to happen. Make no mistake, however, Rickter's expression fell gravely stoic as he fathomed the extent of what this meant. His kidnappers were going to return eventually... If they were indeed connected to the night of Talon's rebirth, then the wolf had yet another obstacle to worry about in the future. Already he felt his core shake a little, the only anchor to the moment of reality being Lyra's words once more, of trials and the nature of games that gods played. Was she insinuating something there?
"I honestly wouldn't give a damn about it, if it didn't involve the people that I love." He finally admitted to Lyra with his face still stern, but the levity of his stoicism alleviated at least a little. "Talon is a demigod now but he isn't Arcas, he's still Talon the way I see him. But what's happening to me..." His fingers somewhat curled as he trailed with uncertainty, his beloved looking to him dearly as she noticed the light tension in his shoulders. The wolf rather kept his gaze averted from any eye contact at all, clearly troubled by the grandiose of this game that the gods were playing. "I can barely grasp it but there's something beyond Talon and I, something deeper than our Bond that..." His eyes then flicked up in a bit of frustration, a short huff through his nostrils following after before he continued. "Something that may have been Arcas. Or Tiberius."
"Tiberius?" Telion's turn to sound confused came next, curiosity rising in her tone as she looked to Rickter a bit more concerned.
"I spoke with him when I met Arcas, and every now and then there's something that happens. A sudden impulse or even a total white-out, where my memory doesn't remain and something else drives me..." The healer clenched her jaw for a moment before she reached a hand out to his, the wolf simply letting her grasp it as his focus seemed lost in the uncertainty of it all.
"Every side attacks you when you don't pick sides."
"Common" "Synskrit" "Norvaegan"
"Rickter" "Telion"
"Rickter" "Telion"
