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Post by Vangreth on Jun 25, 2020 10:17:59 GMT -6
Vangreth gave Zriracha his idea of a conforting smile, which was just a regular smile but with his eyes closed, and nodded.
'' I think this is EXACTLY what allows you to have every chance you got! Because you chose something else than just what was meant for you. This is why I believe you deserve every bit of trust I put in you. It is also why I am certain you will find the answer you are looking for and will come to term with the remnants of your issues.''
He opened his eyes back to look into Zri's own and raised an eyebrow. The alien visibly expressed empathy towards the demon, empathy he did not show in any people at all. Perhaps that's what Zri meant by close friend, because Vangreth was pretty sure it was not really about distance all that much.
'' Well, I guess it does seems to fit doesn't it? I heared that I was going to Muko soon... my mentor said I was finally ready to face everything. So next time we see each-other, we might have a lot to talk about! Especially how we came victorious against the bane of our lives!''
Vangreth then gave a chuckle and looked upward, his face changing a bit to something closer to sadness.
'' Speaking of which... I might want to go back home and get some rest... Never know when the moment will be.''
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Post by Zriracha on Jul 2, 2020 0:19:09 GMT -6
With a final smile of confidence, encouraged by that seemingly endless supply of optimism and good advice, Zriracha looked over at Vangreth, “Thank you… More than you can ever know, I… I appreciate that, Vangreth.” She wanted to say more, even if she didn’t know what else she could say to someone that had wisdom beyond his years. However, thankfully, the issue was taken out of her hands as he mentioned that his mentor believed him ready to take back his home. Her eyes widened, remembering what he said about there being a Shin-Jin that ruled over his people and she leaned up at him with visible concern in her eyes. “Will you… be okay?” She started, ready and willing to offer her aid if he only asked for it. However, as he seemed to express some kind of sadness – the scent of his sorrow catching her off guard, Zriracha would float over to him from the tree branch and lean back with her arms crossed. “Rest well, then, Vangreth and when you return… you will return with the pride of your people.” And in a surprising move, the Satyr would float forward to smooth his hair back and attempt to press a kiss to his forehead. “Chaos guide you,” And with that, she’d float back down to the ground and resume her day under the tree – her might and heart uplifted. Vangreth
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