He had anticipated more resistance to the idea, but as expected it was the perfect moment to strike. While the iron was hot, or, rather, flowery, as it were. Springtime winds ruffled his hair, and there was much difficulty in hiding his please expression that things had gone off without a hitch for the less socially graced Scion.
While Nhuji would always be his preferred traveling companion, he had heard much and more of the dangers of the area surrounding this place. That concerned him, and certainly would have resulted in the both of them attempting to get the other to return, or putting themselves in harms way for each other. He would expect no such thing for Emet-Selch, who would certainly prioritize himself and would be a good measure on when it was time to return.
“Thou art not even interested in the are which blooms a flower based on thine personality? Tis something of interest, but can be visited later. Tis more like than not a gimmick, as it were.” A shrug as he began to move further away from the festivities, hoping the Ascian would follow promptly.
“However, and t’would be mere conjecture, t’were it to be real. Thou wouldst knoweth what those who rule the magicks of this place truly think of thee. Or do not.”
“Mine own notion, however, deigns to be cynical. Tis simply a fiction derived by the same ill-fated notion as a streetside fortune teller.” If something were to be remotely similar, you would tell someone who wore their clothes starched they were prideful, you would give a flower of love to a couple, and so on.
as they moved, the ascian found himself already beside himself with the elezen’s prattling dialogue. truly one would be hard pressed to find such an equivalent when it came to matching said scholar’s manner of phrasing let alone the complex inner-workings of his mind. was it admirable? well, somewhat. t’is far better to be well learned than barbaric and empty-headed, that much was true. but as urianger spoke, emet-selch did find the topic duller by the moment, shaking his head at the question. “ not at all. were i to be so interested in gimmicks, i’d surely find one of true interest than this sort of foolishness. “
“ whatever magic they claim to be at work here has yet to pique my curiosity, save for the somehow possible feat of summoning us all here to it in the first place. besides that, silly festivities and hopeless attempts at distraction will simply earn my disdain, and little else. there could very well be something of some sustenance here alas t’is not my interest to go rummaging through the cast aside attempts at good magic to simply find something, anything, of worth. “
thus did his stance remain unchanged. biased was he against whatever this world could provide him, biased that what he had seen in his own world may be in fact the strongest, most beautiful of its kind. perhaps there was some fear there, underlying as it was, that should this magic be greater, that the guilt of his abandon might strengthen tenfold. regardless, emet-selch posed that he did not care, and as he followed urianger’s lead, he made it quite plainly so.
“ but i’m sure you’ve had your nose in it since you arrived, yes? “
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