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There was words the cobbler knew but never could truly grasp, in that case it was the other way around. A feeling he lacked any explanation for beyond describing it as a sort of worried happiness. Something blended from the joy of seeing a friend again and the dread of knowing there was far more that needed to be discussed than the weather.
So he stood up, hand waving in greeting and wearing that smile that didn't quite reach the eyes. "Roana!" he shouted in return with less enthusiasm than was appropriate. He was after all, finally seeing a friend he'd for a moment considered lost to the spire. Yet he never dwelled on it more than absolutely necessary, instead choosing to drown it and every other sorrow in work and worries.
Worries such as where he stood in the conflict he barely understood. The one that he'd thrown himself into 'feet first and eyes closed' as Jigano so gracefully had put it. Gods, just the thought of it all trying to see what was right made his head spin. His heart though, it knew very well what it wanted, but the heart of the cobbler yearned for things the body did not. Honor and glory wouldn't do much good if it left him leaving his new home the way he got there.
He'd frozen, again. Just standing there like a fool trying to put together something fitting to say, thinking before speaking, just like Jigano told him to. "Heil! At least, you look like it... For someone who's dead and all... Supposedly..." he stammered, like the eloquent wordsmith he was.
So he stood up, hand waving in greeting and wearing that smile that didn't quite reach the eyes. "Roana!" he shouted in return with less enthusiasm than was appropriate. He was after all, finally seeing a friend he'd for a moment considered lost to the spire. Yet he never dwelled on it more than absolutely necessary, instead choosing to drown it and every other sorrow in work and worries.
Worries such as where he stood in the conflict he barely understood. The one that he'd thrown himself into 'feet first and eyes closed' as Jigano so gracefully had put it. Gods, just the thought of it all trying to see what was right made his head spin. His heart though, it knew very well what it wanted, but the heart of the cobbler yearned for things the body did not. Honor and glory wouldn't do much good if it left him leaving his new home the way he got there.
He'd frozen, again. Just standing there like a fool trying to put together something fitting to say, thinking before speaking, just like Jigano told him to. "Heil! At least, you look like it... For someone who's dead and all... Supposedly..." he stammered, like the eloquent wordsmith he was.
