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A sense of relief washed over them as they sank back. The smile that spread across their lips. "Was it that obvious?" Of course it was. They took in Larimar's gaze with a steady one. "I may have relapsed into an old habit of mine. First impressions are important, as they say, and I would prefer not to ruin them." Fi gave Hermes a gentle stroke as Dartix preened at the acknowledgement.
It seemed to be a habit to move and clasp their hands behind their back in front of a figurehead as important as hers. But they loosened their stance, their hands placed in front of them, almost nonchalant, as if not a bit stiff in their posture. It is not as easy to shift in front of her stature, but they were trying.
"I am proud someone like you understands—these legends. Our history is not something that should fade away into obscurity. It is something we should embrace, guide us, if we find ourselves led astray." They began to frown, their gaze straying. "Others tend to erase what we have caused, create a new narrative in which they are portrayed as the saviors when they are in fact the villains. Legendaries and humans alike have been victims of such corruption, and it is quite shameful," they said, their voice becoming disgusted in the end.
"I have witnessed firsthand the damage this has caused. Maybe it is what motivated me in the first place." They fixed their gaze on her, eyes curious. "I may be a bit biased by this, but Lugias were the first to capture my attention," they chuckled, not the least bit ashamed. "Our historic records of them date back to ancient times, but are quite hidden. You are an elusive bunch, but there are a rare few who are unapologetically forces of nature. Like the Storm Lord I mentioned before."
They became thoughtful, placing a hand under their chin. "But they are also painted in such a negative light. I want to fix that. Not only for Lugias, but for others as well. But it is a process. Just as I hope for your realm and your people, that you can spread legends of hope and joy. Your disaster is… only what you make of it. You lived, you prosper. You are survived, and now you write a new chapter in what would be a brighter future, yes?"
They paused. "…Ahaha, this is awfully poetic." They scratched the back of their head. "Perhaps I hope you will share with me what that story will be someday. It's something I wish I could show a child of mine. She's out of sorts. I'm sure it'll help her."










