BUT HOW COULD YOU KNOW THE SWEETEST SUFFERING
OF MOVING ON
OF MOVING ON
”Wonderful news!” He exclaims with a voice as warm as the sun, his eyes brightened by their reassurance. ”Then welcome, welcome.” The Island has been a place of refuge, of family and rest. As poor of a choice as it likely is, Tiphon hasn’t quite reached out to other lands because he hasn’t quite wanted to leave the tropical shores. It would be ideal to extend his hand to the mainland of Beqanna, to make them aware that he can balm and suppress their pain, but his comfort level hasn’t quite reached that level yet.
So, fortunately, foreign envoys are coming to him and his island.
Anninux, she introduces, offers an amiable beginning to the conversation before taking a small step aside. Tiphon watches curiously, his gaze sweeping back and forth until Kagerus offers her name and explanation. What she adds, however, throws him off guard. His heart jumps into his throat, afraid that his memory is once again to fail him. It shattered a piece of Wallace when he admitted that he knew nothing of her, nothing of the relationship (or lack thereof) they shared. Tiphon’s expression, ever hospitable, doesn’t waver even as his mind reels anxiously as though trying to conjure a specific memory, but Kagerus only mentions the Dale. Yes, Wallace had mentioned he was a figure of the old kingdom once. With a smile, he nods his head in agreement. ”Yes, yes I was. That was a very long time ago.” That much, he is confident to say. How long, precisely, however, is beyond his memory’s reach since the void.
A flickering idea to visit the mountain comes and goes, but it leads a trail of interest in his wake.
Maybe they could revive his history, his life, his memories. Maybe they can bring them all back just as they brought back the island.
Amid his musings, Tiphon still interestedly listens to Kagerus. A frown creases his handsome face when he considers the answers rattling in the confines of his mind. Nothing has been strongly established here, not yet. He is deterred to admit this in fear of a mutiny or invasion, but he still engages and still gives them resolve. ”I’ve been taking care of the island, so I suppose you can consider me as the leader. I’m not exactly ambitious or power hungry.” There have been some days that he has considering stepping down for someone more goal-oriented and dominant, as he is just a healer and a protector. But he says nothing of this to anyone, not even to those inhabiting the island. ”I’ve been simply focusing on providing refuge and trying to heal the symptoms of this plague. I’ve not touched the topic of politics with anyone.” Certainly, they’ve arrived drenched on his shores, but the conversations are brief regarding alliances because there are more pressing matters at hand than extending his influence.
So, fortunately, foreign envoys are coming to him and his island.
Anninux, she introduces, offers an amiable beginning to the conversation before taking a small step aside. Tiphon watches curiously, his gaze sweeping back and forth until Kagerus offers her name and explanation. What she adds, however, throws him off guard. His heart jumps into his throat, afraid that his memory is once again to fail him. It shattered a piece of Wallace when he admitted that he knew nothing of her, nothing of the relationship (or lack thereof) they shared. Tiphon’s expression, ever hospitable, doesn’t waver even as his mind reels anxiously as though trying to conjure a specific memory, but Kagerus only mentions the Dale. Yes, Wallace had mentioned he was a figure of the old kingdom once. With a smile, he nods his head in agreement. ”Yes, yes I was. That was a very long time ago.” That much, he is confident to say. How long, precisely, however, is beyond his memory’s reach since the void.
A flickering idea to visit the mountain comes and goes, but it leads a trail of interest in his wake.
Maybe they could revive his history, his life, his memories. Maybe they can bring them all back just as they brought back the island.
Amid his musings, Tiphon still interestedly listens to Kagerus. A frown creases his handsome face when he considers the answers rattling in the confines of his mind. Nothing has been strongly established here, not yet. He is deterred to admit this in fear of a mutiny or invasion, but he still engages and still gives them resolve. ”I’ve been taking care of the island, so I suppose you can consider me as the leader. I’m not exactly ambitious or power hungry.” There have been some days that he has considering stepping down for someone more goal-oriented and dominant, as he is just a healer and a protector. But he says nothing of this to anyone, not even to those inhabiting the island. ”I’ve been simply focusing on providing refuge and trying to heal the symptoms of this plague. I’ve not touched the topic of politics with anyone.” Certainly, they’ve arrived drenched on his shores, but the conversations are brief regarding alliances because there are more pressing matters at hand than extending his influence.
TIPHON
STARLACE AND INFECTION
@[Kagerus] @[Anninux]