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Remembers gloves. Takes off gloves. Tries again.“Oh--!”A bright yellow petal or two flutter to the ground as he disturbs this new arrangement. Beneath his helmet, his eyes light up with sudden laughter.“Wait--!”Whoever put it there is gone. How very strange. Perhaps their worlds overlapped for only the barest second, and now the stranger back in their own. Or, perhaps this was what hollows got up to these days.

He is quiet for a moment, though the silence is companionable, and broken by the fire crackling in front of him. He mulls over the words of the stranger’s song, and at length, nods once.“It sounds familiar, I think,” he says softly, “I wonder where I have heard it before?”

“Wh... what...?”Whether he remembers it or not, his upbringing has taught him better than to respond to questions so abruptly, but the vague embarrassment he feels at being so rude is overshadowed by his confusion. He blinks, is silent - any onlooker might almost hear the cogs turning in his head.“Ahahah...! Well, now - should that mean what I think it might - I would think it no one else’s business, wouldn’t you?”

Solaire’s head tilted at the sound of the man’s voice. It was familiar somehow, and yet he could not quite place where he has heard it before; until the speaker came closer, and a memory surfaced in Solaire’s mind, of the Undead Parish and of Sen’s Fortress.“Ah-ha! Surely, my eyes deceive me? Is it really you? Where might you have been? I have not seen nor heard of you since Sen’s - I began to think you might have been eaten by snake-men... I am pleased to find otherwise! Ahahah...!”

The knight’s laughter is muffled by his helmet. “No, no - it’s praise the s-- oh?”Only now does he see the item in the stranger’s hand. So... they referred to that, then, they had not misspoken in trying to copy his greeting... Thankful for the helmet that hid the slight flush of his cheeks, he took the stranger’s offering gratefully. After a moments’ thought, he tore it in half and offered a piece back to them.

The knight shifts slightly, his head turning as he looks from the sky to the stranger beside him. He is puzzled. It seems a most simple question, but he struggles to pin down a simple answer.“I suppose one only needs to want to!” he replies at last, the smile audible in his voice if not visible on his face as his helmet obscures it, “The phrase itself has become something of a common greeting among those who share my sentiments - but I think all it truly means is to find light in darkness. Whatever that may mean to you.”

“Oh, Gwynevere, could I trouble you to stop calling Velka your sister? That would, of course, make her my sister, and, well...”His expression clouds for a moment, before a grin breaks through.“She isn’t off-limits in my experience! Hahahah!”

- PRAISE IT

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//I passed 500 followers while I was away! I suppose I ought to get started... *pulls out wicker basket full of Sunlight medals and starts handing them out*

  “Are you busy, baby sister?” beams the knight from the doorway, one hand clutching a handful of dusty-looking berries. "Might you know when Lady Velka will be returning? I heard tell she snuck off with Sir Artorias this morning - ‘tis not surprising, though quite inconvenient! I had been hoping to speak with her before sunset! Ahahah...!”   He picked through the berries in his hand thoughtfully before tossing one into the air and catching it in his mouth.   “My apologies if I’ve interrupted you for little purpose - I assumed you might have a better idea of her whereabouts than most. After all, you’ve been quite inseparable of late.”