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Elegance and posture....his adviser minded tightly between thin lips many times before when youth didn’t seem so bleak as adulthood. Said retinue would surely be stunned at his inadequacy this particular moment---or laugh--definitely uproar at the exaggerated groan escaping his winded form; defeated within this incandescent weather called boiling. Walking along these desert trails seemed eternal; and taking up hunting requests from terrified locals appeared to be a great way to eat later so---  

    ‘ Ugh, can you just.....use your flutterin’ wings to block out the sun for like five minutes? ‘ 

   ‘ ….What’s not to say about him? ’ his stare distant, remembrance trickling along the surface of his skin likeness to a modest rain shower cascading tree leaves in some peaceful setting. Regis withholds what he thinks he is not--head higher than any god, his wits extends further than any horizon, his kindness and leadership sharper than any blade. This feeling of respect and love won’t disappear--  ‘ He ruled over the city....he just....knew everythin’ y’know? He was a little over baring but...what parent isn’t? If I could retry it again... ’ a declining pause, brows pulling together in some second handed thought. 

     ‘ ----No. I wouldn’t. What memories I have of him are okay. The only thing I wanted more was to see him. Just the two of us instead of the council clinging to him like a bad headache. But I was too afraid to ask or persist in some ‘dad and son’ time. Then the next thing I know...I’m being shipped off to marry a childhood acquaintance and all hell let loose shortly after that. ’ the capsize of the capital, the overtake, the bloodshed, the escape, the travel, the undertone of keeping himself hidden from the nilf-government and now a makeshift ...and strange friendship with a netherworld creature on the road.

  A coy inkling flutters along the edge of his smile. It was a lighthearted tease--a flash of challenge illuminates his gaze. Shoulders arch slightly at the insinuated shrug.

Festering apprehension settles against his skin; crawling like some netherworld being in the insinuation of a worlds end---he can’t fathom the walls of this world waning to the will of malevolence and dictation of an ancestral mistake. He can’t be telling the truth--- about a worlds core manifestation that can be simply removed and the results are utter chaos. The malice and ill-will of his heart decides the fate of an entire world? 

    No way. 

‘ You....are sure you wanna tag along? We’re set up to go hunting behind the falls. ’  an olive branch to escape what lies ahead. His gaze thoughtful yet incredulous all the same--she’s here to help but also here to represent the future---Ignis explained rather diligently aside the open deck within Galdin Quay; from here on out---things won’t be simplistic. The sixth bestowed clues for him to follow, for tombs he must open to collect an ancestral prowess he didn’t ask for. A king must carry the burdens of his people--when said people die for him.

 ‘ Darkness feels a little essential in these areas...but heartless are new for me. ’  when a forewarning left her lips upon a request he was in the middle of appeared incredulous --is she with the empire? Yet upon further digression she proved to be relent with worry for his safety. Either she is a master of her craft, or she really is lost with what’s happening here. It’s considered an ambitious death wish to venture within this so called ‘dungeon’ --however he has become far too accommodated with the term.