❅ of lemuria

             “Is it… that obvious?”    And he’d been attempting to be subtle about the whole ordeal.

    “Be at ease,Piers.”

  Isaac spoke comforting the other to ease away his doubts about the idea.If Felix is the Felix he know he would understand this childish prank if it means the good for him.

  “We won’t know the result unless we try,right?”

  Tone was cheerful and adventurous,ready to commence this plan.Hoping that Piers will ride this weave with him.

— ☸   "That much is true, aye, but I'm not really comfortable with the notion of lying to him—" his own leader, he reminds himself, "—not even if it's simply a joke. If you want to go through with it, then that's fine, but I'll have no part in the telling." It was too risky; Felix wasn't overly responsive to actions done to him, and he'd rather not try to see if he'll be successful in breaking his trust.

Sheba frowned at the wide smile Piers was sporting at her expense. She hated being the one to be teased. It was her job to tease other people, not the other way around! "Static electricity and the really dry climate didn’t do wonders for it." She grumbles, "It was just everywhere… and because I was so small I was more hair than me."

"Hmm? Oh no… well, a few but only every now and then." She shrugs, "I just roll a lot… or at least, that’s what Jenna said."

— ☸   "Perhaps any of the local gels would have smoothed it out? I'm certain that there's at least one shop out there that sells such wares." A hand reached out and brushed through blonde locks, soft pats given by calloused palms. Laughs and snickers were kept undone, as instead an apologetic smile stretched tan features. "I'll try to get you some the next time we travel again."             A sigh, almost dreamy yet can be near-mistaken for aggravation, was released, wanderlust whirring about in the sailor's mind—images of beaches and skies flashing, colors bright and vivid.

✼               ”I am aware of the fact that I am not in my world.”, he said while his eyes were looking around. A crowd. People passed him by. Didn’t notice him. “They can’t see me. It’s just like in my world. Only specialy human beings are allowed to."

                      The Divine turned his head as he heard a voice. A person? Did he just talk to him? He.. was able to see him? “Yes, I am alright. I am more surprised that you noticed me unlike the other humans here.”, and moreover: Mikulio was alone. Without his childhood friend nor the other friends. Where could they be?

— ☸   Half-relief, coupled with a nagging sense to know, had managed to claw at the back of the sailor's mind; inquisitiveness gnawing slowly and deliberately at dendrites pulsing with mindly waves. Steps were trod carefully along breaking glass—or at least, the illusion of it. Mistrust and wariness clung loosely upon him, keeping pale lips sealed as carpeted ears heard and listened.

Excitement? He’d never seen anyone take such interest in the Benefaction like that before; a nice change in pace. Perhaps this fine fellow could be a friend to him indeed!

"Y-yeah! Certainly floats, as per the way I built her!"

This world seemed to carry its own wonders, much like many others he’d explored. Lance was an adventurer at heart, but a man of questions first and foremost. His inquiry did not stop there, for now that he’d heard of these enticing sights, he wanted more.

Beams of mahogany surveyed to the farthest of the horizon as they would allow, watching clouds drift by along a steel blue canvas; breathtaking.

"This old child of mine has seen some things, we spend our time learning of all lands and the sort! Think you would have the time to show me around?”

— ☸   "And you built her?" Interest, wholly honest, stirred with an innate curiosity; he finds it remarkable—very remarkable—that the man standing before him at this very moment had crafted the vessel at which topaz irises had laid their gaze upon mere seconds ago.

            The sailor nearly forgets himself, already a thousand questions queued and neatly lined for verbal execution...but he doesn't, instead saving the queries for later.

Send "Can I have this dance?" for my muses reaction!

 “Weeeeell … Sure,why not?”

"Tell me, what is this land of Weyard like? Are there monsters here?” Sights to which he’d never seen, Lance was curious of where his journeys would take him. Crafted from lands of sandy plains and harsh climates, his inquiries often brought him to the farthest reaches of space, and seldom through times outside of his own. It was no wonder his thirst for knowledge was ever expanding.

"My ship certainly has adjusted well to these waters, even for one that floats!”

— ☸   "She floats?" and his eyes light up, as topaz gems would under splendid sunlight; but he doesn't forget, wouldn't forget, the other's preliminary request. Placing a hand behind aqua-colored locks, Piers sank his fingers through his own hair and began to rub at the back of his own neck, "My apologies."

   A hand weaved to gesture it was alright and the other was not at fault. A small was drawn back on the Venus adept.He was`t sure if it was safe to let the other know of his complicated issue with the older Venus Adept.But Piers is trustworthy man,for he was not Felix would never traveled alongside with him.

   ”Sounds good excuse.” he nod to the sea captain`s suggestion. “But,do you think he would be interested in treasure hunting quest? Hrm..men romance,eh?”

— ☸   The gesture had admittedly put him into ease, the muscles of his face relaxing visibly. Distance from his companions was something Piers would not want, unless the tides of time and fate willed it; even then, he'd still wish to stitch the torn bonds back into whole.

✼              ”.. .. ..”, he wasn’t going to say a thing. No. That was clearly enough. Always landing in another world or what not. Today was just not.. a normal day. For sure.

— ☸   Had it not been for the other's light shade of hair, the Lemurian would have paid no heed—perhaps only a little, and to himself—to the unmoving person. Such a hue was a rarity upon crowns, 'less one was aged or an adept. His face was clear, but Piers can feel negativity about him, as people seemed to pass by without so much as noticing him.            Can they not see him?

"Well, to be quite honest I’m not all that sure of how my ship brought me all the way out here. At least it’s good to know that I’m among friendly people!"

   Azure hues circled around nervously.Piers was somehow right,they did grow up together in Vale. “You are correct.” he answered.

   “I don’t have any right now.” No one to blame him for the lack of ideas. The guy he used to know has acquired new values and set of beliefs that his younger self did not.Three years were they? Many things can happen in a single day can alter the lives of people,what about years?

— ☸   It was palpable, the unease that hung heavy between the two figures. Jittery actions, those that came from the other party's leader no less, had perturbed the Lemurian more than he lets on—it was unusual for Isaac to express anxiety within the sailor's presence. Thoughts of the animosity between the blond and Felix circle about in his head, origins now shaken.