Thus far he had found little of use, either here nor anywhere else in his travels. Revas had not dared stepped into any 'elvhen ruins' as he'd heard some calling them, the spirits that may linger there and their fury towards someone like him, not to mention what he might find. He couldn't do so, not yet, he could find knowledge elsewhere until he was ready to venture into such places and see what was left. To witness first hand what remained of what he had willingly helped to unintentionally destroy. Nevertheless, he knew there would be damage when he had helped with the spell, but seeing it was another matter entirely. If he truly was awake and had been for some time, he could only hope such were true, then he could only wonder as to the grief of seeing such things alone. After all, he had woken alone and he suspected many of his people had as well. Very few had been placed together when sleeping. Hands curling into fists at his sides, body pulled taught for a moment before he relaxed, and banished such thoughts away. Thinking on 'what-ifs' right now would only drown him in despair, he could not allow that until he knew for certain.
Of course, catching the sight and magic pulled close of someone so familiar had him feeling at least marginally better. If Compassion had survived so long, how many others from so long ago had? Questions like a twisting void, he would find his answers in due time. Hope like a sparked flame after all he had seen in these past six months, was a welcome warmth indeed. Though now rather then ignore the boy, he watched with something close to curiosity, that flicker of bewilderment before his friend took over. A small smile upon his lips as he listened to the familiar, softly musical tone that greeted him. Rut'theran huh? An interesting way to name someone so young, but he would not begrudge them their ways. He wondered how strange it must feel, to be bound in such a way to a child so young.
[color=#008e02]"I suppose there must be a part of him that is, if you are with him falon. Do you know if there are others? I had not dared to hope that you would survive nor anyone else truly. I wish to see how many remain, how many might wake and if I can help them. Even if he is not here, I wish to do right by our people."[/color]
Such words were soft and swift, as he shifted out of the common tongue and into his native speech pattern, he did not need to tell the boy of why he was here. Even if he suspected Compassion may translate parts of it, his own goals were to be quietly shared. Just like his pain, he kept them hidden often, it was easier that way to go about his life without being bothered by others. Of course, hearing such confusion from the other, he couldn't help but chuckle in amusement. Clearly it was not something his friend often did, kind of them as always. Still it was hardly fair to leave Ruth floundering as to what in the void was going on, as funny as it might be.
[color=#008e02]"If you give me a moment to get the information I need from Compassion, I shall explain how we know one another, if that will stop you being rather indignant about it da'len."[/color]
Of course, catching the sight and magic pulled close of someone so familiar had him feeling at least marginally better. If Compassion had survived so long, how many others from so long ago had? Questions like a twisting void, he would find his answers in due time. Hope like a sparked flame after all he had seen in these past six months, was a welcome warmth indeed. Though now rather then ignore the boy, he watched with something close to curiosity, that flicker of bewilderment before his friend took over. A small smile upon his lips as he listened to the familiar, softly musical tone that greeted him. Rut'theran huh? An interesting way to name someone so young, but he would not begrudge them their ways. He wondered how strange it must feel, to be bound in such a way to a child so young.
[color=#008e02]"I suppose there must be a part of him that is, if you are with him falon. Do you know if there are others? I had not dared to hope that you would survive nor anyone else truly. I wish to see how many remain, how many might wake and if I can help them. Even if he is not here, I wish to do right by our people."[/color]
Such words were soft and swift, as he shifted out of the common tongue and into his native speech pattern, he did not need to tell the boy of why he was here. Even if he suspected Compassion may translate parts of it, his own goals were to be quietly shared. Just like his pain, he kept them hidden often, it was easier that way to go about his life without being bothered by others. Of course, hearing such confusion from the other, he couldn't help but chuckle in amusement. Clearly it was not something his friend often did, kind of them as always. Still it was hardly fair to leave Ruth floundering as to what in the void was going on, as funny as it might be.
[color=#008e02]"If you give me a moment to get the information I need from Compassion, I shall explain how we know one another, if that will stop you being rather indignant about it da'len."[/color]
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