" tia...." y'shtola tuts, the only indication that she was speaking to him being their proximity. she makes no effort to turn her head or even raise her voice. she expects him to hold on to every word she breathes, and he does. she's got her nose in a book, standing in front of the shelves as he'd scope for a specific tome. gloved hands turn her page, as if she had already ended the conversation. she spoke slowly, a methodical, low cadence that could only be hers. " i was under the impression a man's pride was in his name --- " expression unbothered, y'shtola turns another page. " or, after all this time, has all tradition escaped you ? " ⸻ signed , @nightseek
THE SLAYING OF A HOARD of hippogryphs had proven simply as exhilarating as he's always dreamed . these long years of yearning , satiated in a mere instant . . . well , he's astonished , to say the least . exhaustion overtakes him , but it's welcome . it's different than the exhaustion he'd felt in crystal's vessel . there's soreness in his muscles , & he breathes with baited breath , & it all feels like he's been refurbished into a state of living he'd never thought to experience again . how wonderous .
now , he finds himself in a world of literature , scrolls , tomes alike . he is surrounded by knowledge , & his excitement for all things overtake the gleam in his eyes , the rise of his tail , & the flick of his ears . he tapers through them one by one , but his thoughts are stripped from their many lines of travel , & he's reigned in by the announcement of a name none other than his own . y'shtola's voice enters the room , though perhaps she's been here for some time , just unbeknownst to him . her presence here is not unusual , he's sure .
forgoing his search but keeping a mental tab of where he'd left off , his expression falls to curiosity as he turns in the direction she's spoken from . ❛ ah . ❜ an interesting subject to denote , but not one he'd expected to address so soon after accepting his placement among the scions . his eyes wander for a moment , as if searching for an answer easiest to provide , but fails with a lack of eloquence .
g'raha , of the gryphon tribe , has existed amidst the tells of time for centuries & while he cherishes the beginnings of what he remembers still , he needs not prove himself worthy through a convention of name . not that he ever cared much for such a tradition , simply opting to choose the title for himself . everything else has been lost to history .
❛ to say it has escaped me , is , well . . . i wouldn't go so far . instead , rather , i choose to have pride in myself as i am in this moment . this is a name i've long kept , and i treasure it as is . i have no desire to change it . ❜
