At the very least she accepted his help, that was something, though her laughter made Revas wonder just how often she ended up nearly flat on her face with a bruise here or there. A slight frown at the mention of gravity, no matter how it had worked before with the veil in place, without it, such a concept was far more changeable with the help of magic. Though he supposed that perhaps Megara did not consider such things in the same ways that he did, until recently few had lived without some kind of barrier holding back their own abilities. [color=#008e02]"There are ways to affect gravity with magic Megara, certainly more than enough to ensure you don't end up falling when you shouldn't."[/color] It was not a statement of intent to fix things, but there were plenty of ways to do so if she ever felt like exploring them.
Yet even as he stepped back once she regained her balance, something still pressed at his mind and for once it was not June. In fact the inventor did not appear to care to be listening to what was currently occurring, no this was something else entirely separate from the fragmented spirit. A sensation of forgetfulness, a wonder of what if every time his gaze settles upon the new visitor within her home, it couldn't be. He had tried his best to not think of such things, of the countless deaths he had caused by fleeing. Of abandoning his own people, those he was supposed to lead and keep safe, reduced to nothingness when put against an arrogant elvhen's demands. He had plenty of time to dwell on such regrets, he was no ruler any longer, and it was not if he had not search over the centuries for any that remained of his people. As far as he knew, no one had but him.
Of course, as Alaric mentioned knowing someone by his name, Revas could not help but wonder. His gaze caught briefly by Meg, and a small shake of his head was his only answer for the moment. Whatever secrets of her own she wished to share, she could, but that did not mean he would do the same. Still as she stepped apart from the two of them, at least somewhat, his attention returned to the other elvhen. There was no harm in asking, or even assuming a little, and besides if he was wrong he could simply apologize afterwards. But something in him, some gut instinct told him that this was his friend, they looked too similar not to be. What were the odds that Elgar'nan had allowed one to live just for his own amusement? [color=#008e02]"Falon? Am I right that it is you? Elgar'nan.. let you live?"[/color] A bold assumption, but a hopeful one.
Yet even as he stepped back once she regained her balance, something still pressed at his mind and for once it was not June. In fact the inventor did not appear to care to be listening to what was currently occurring, no this was something else entirely separate from the fragmented spirit. A sensation of forgetfulness, a wonder of what if every time his gaze settles upon the new visitor within her home, it couldn't be. He had tried his best to not think of such things, of the countless deaths he had caused by fleeing. Of abandoning his own people, those he was supposed to lead and keep safe, reduced to nothingness when put against an arrogant elvhen's demands. He had plenty of time to dwell on such regrets, he was no ruler any longer, and it was not if he had not search over the centuries for any that remained of his people. As far as he knew, no one had but him.
Of course, as Alaric mentioned knowing someone by his name, Revas could not help but wonder. His gaze caught briefly by Meg, and a small shake of his head was his only answer for the moment. Whatever secrets of her own she wished to share, she could, but that did not mean he would do the same. Still as she stepped apart from the two of them, at least somewhat, his attention returned to the other elvhen. There was no harm in asking, or even assuming a little, and besides if he was wrong he could simply apologize afterwards. But something in him, some gut instinct told him that this was his friend, they looked too similar not to be. What were the odds that Elgar'nan had allowed one to live just for his own amusement? [color=#008e02]"Falon? Am I right that it is you? Elgar'nan.. let you live?"[/color] A bold assumption, but a hopeful one.
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