Re: Waiting for Waves [Sivan]
Posted: Fri Nov 22, 2024 6:36 pm
"To call a bay a lake? Hmph, what sacrilege!" Tyrann exclaimed, and it was unclear from his performance whether he was playacting for comedic effect. His mannerisms were so strange, it was quite difficult to discern, but if Sivan Sembled he would learn that it was, indeed, a jest and that he enjoyed playing up his peculiarities to jostle those outside his culture. It was not a habit he brought into his ambassadorial duties, but here away from the prying eyes of the palace and in the company of a less than princely figure, he was content to amuse himself after this fashion.
"Oh, how hospitable an offer!" His manner shifted from melodramatic umbrage to delight in a flash. "I am actually quite comfortable in the open air. More than most of my ilk, but such accommodations would be a welcome comfort if they didn't put you out... and I should like to see Kalzasi. I am fascinated by those who swim the skies..." He bit his lip and looked Sivan over as he went on.
"Am I to infer, then, that you, too, bear the travellers' Rune? I've borne it at length. I forget whether I chose it because I wanted this career or whether this career seemed more suited to me because I bore it... Oh, and the polymorphic one, as well? Quite the collection." He smirked, dipping momentarily until his nose and mouth were below the water's surface, before reemerging.
"Sorry. Thirsty. Yes, yes! The king. Do go on..." He gestured. "A thoughtful response, Sivan. Forthcoming, but also somehow... measured. You would do well in diplomacy, I think. I keep using this word, but there is something... disarming about you. Do I set off any alarums?" He hadn't Sembled Sivan since his arrival, aware of the cultural customs pertaining to such incursions, but he wondered whether that was the extent of what Sivan had meant in speaking of the king.