"You've grown so much. As majestic as your father, tafali. I used to despise this question when I was young but, What are your plans for the future?"
he, at once, stiffens, growing tall underneath that positive praise from his patron. there is a BRIGHTNESS to his glow, a lilt to his being as he looks up to him with a small smile, the very image of a child being encouraged. upon the inquiry, however, he but tilts his head, his brow creasing ( if but subtly ) as his hands wander instinctively to touch those feathered, pale arms, as if to COMFORT himself. his response is quiet, but Aatrox can hear, yes, that statement carried clearly across this still air.
“ to be with you, and Rakan. to gain as much power, even more than what is possible … to change the universe as you wish to. is that not what i should be AMBITIOUS for, father ? ”
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