He was glad that Rexanna looked as happy to see him as he was to see her. Of course, he had seen her a lot more recently than she realized, but their conversations had been a bit one-sided. "Ah, for Fiat Lux?" he asked, delighted. "I've been working on some music for it! But my friend, you look radiant," he said, giving the woman a slight bow while being careful not to interrupt Isuma's nap. "I'm glad to hear that you've been well. After the arguments that happened at the Spire Battle..." he trailed off with a sigh, and a little shake of his head. He felt old, watching them argue and snipe verbal daggers at each other. Worse than old, because none of his experience could help to repair the damage that impatient, brazen Northhaveners had created between many naturals and any Outlander.
"Well, I'm glad you're doing well," he finished, his smile wry and a little sad. The sadness was quickly chased away at the mention of stories, however, and though he had a great deal of work awaiting him...
Time spent with a friend was spent well. "Gladly!" he agreed with a more cheerful smile, setting his bag down and settling into the open chair. "Perhaps I can help you while we talk?" he offered hopefully, reaching for a pile of the colorful fabric to begin sorting the scraps and bolts by color. He gave the question time to settle, the smile fading a little as he ended up giving his head a shake.
"I'm worried," he said quietly. "Things are moving too fast and tempers are running too high. There are too many unanswered questions that I fear will come back to cause us all great sorrow if we don't slow down and think things through. I and my loreseekers have been working hard to find clues wherever and from whoever we can... but I am afraid that it will not be soon enough or explicit enough to do any good." The gods could be vague or deliberately mysterious, though they had all provided some indication of support. He gave his friend a wan smile, handing her a bright orange that he thought would go well with the yellow. "But my worries shouldn't cloud over a beautiful day such as this, especially not in such lovely company. What are these stories you mentioned? And what is the part of the coming celebration you are most looking forward to?"
"Well, I'm glad you're doing well," he finished, his smile wry and a little sad. The sadness was quickly chased away at the mention of stories, however, and though he had a great deal of work awaiting him...
Time spent with a friend was spent well. "Gladly!" he agreed with a more cheerful smile, setting his bag down and settling into the open chair. "Perhaps I can help you while we talk?" he offered hopefully, reaching for a pile of the colorful fabric to begin sorting the scraps and bolts by color. He gave the question time to settle, the smile fading a little as he ended up giving his head a shake.
"I'm worried," he said quietly. "Things are moving too fast and tempers are running too high. There are too many unanswered questions that I fear will come back to cause us all great sorrow if we don't slow down and think things through. I and my loreseekers have been working hard to find clues wherever and from whoever we can... but I am afraid that it will not be soon enough or explicit enough to do any good." The gods could be vague or deliberately mysterious, though they had all provided some indication of support. He gave his friend a wan smile, handing her a bright orange that he thought would go well with the yellow. "But my worries shouldn't cloud over a beautiful day such as this, especially not in such lovely company. What are these stories you mentioned? And what is the part of the coming celebration you are most looking forward to?"
