Some magic would never change.
Revas knew that well, the power that soaked into the very foundations of this place would likely never fade, and for that he would be forever thankful. That something of the time before, of their People's perseverance remained despite the thousands upon thousands of years that had passed and would continue to do so in the future. Long after he was dead and gone too. Perhaps that was part of it, the slow march of time atop awakening into a world so familiar and yet so unlike all he knew. It was only natural to want to cling to what he understood, to the formalities of the past, and despite his own realization that he had followed behind Mythal just as he used to - he did not stop doing so. It was habit at this point, altering it right now would likely lead to him simply falling flat on his face. Something he could do without, not when his mind jumbled with a hundred thoughts left unsaid.
[color=#008e02]"Seeing you do so personally may help others here feel more at ease, most certainly."[/color] Those that trusted her actions still, some of his own friends that had survived and still intended to devote themselves to serving her. Had he not fled as soon as he had woken up, perhaps he would have been the same, similarly unending loyal and while he'd still like to think of himself as such - for the People - it was not the same. And likely never would be again. Then of course, she asked, as he had expected her to do. Though in a far softer manner than he expected and for that he offered her a brief smile before he thought to begin, hands gripping tight to the fabric at his sides. Safer that way.
[color=#008e02]"In a way yes. I am not the same person I was then, though I understand it would be easier for myself would that be the case. If I were to simply fall back into old habits but I do not believe I can anymore."[/color] A pause, an intake of breath, the magic all around them helped - even if only a little before he continued. [color=#008e02]"There are multiple reasons why I sought you out my lady, besides my enjoyment of being in your company that is. While those that remain here have continued to aid you, much like before, I do not believe I can be as they are. I have not been your General in many centuries my lady, and should you want what little help I can provide you are free to request it, but I will not act simply because you deem it right anymore. There is too much at stake, to many things I risk loosing if I do so."[/color] Elgar'nan had not been right on the evening he pledged himself to help Mythal as one leading a large part of her forces, it had been the right choice at the time, he knew that to be true. But things were not the same anymore.
Shoulders slumping slightly, part of the weight taken away, yet plenty of burdens still remained. [color=#008e02]"In truth, I do not know where I belong anymore. I feel much like I am fumbling around in the dark, trying to help those I care about and the one I love."[/color] This, was why he had not wanted such a public setting and while upon the battlements felt little better, it had to be enough. Quiet, softer words, a touch of fear in his tone. Fear of the unknown, of going against powers he had no chance of surviving, but if it meant safety for others? He would do so happily. Unfortunately while he had before, stood so tall as he told her of what would be. Now? Now he could not meet her eyes.
Revas knew that well, the power that soaked into the very foundations of this place would likely never fade, and for that he would be forever thankful. That something of the time before, of their People's perseverance remained despite the thousands upon thousands of years that had passed and would continue to do so in the future. Long after he was dead and gone too. Perhaps that was part of it, the slow march of time atop awakening into a world so familiar and yet so unlike all he knew. It was only natural to want to cling to what he understood, to the formalities of the past, and despite his own realization that he had followed behind Mythal just as he used to - he did not stop doing so. It was habit at this point, altering it right now would likely lead to him simply falling flat on his face. Something he could do without, not when his mind jumbled with a hundred thoughts left unsaid.
[color=#008e02]"Seeing you do so personally may help others here feel more at ease, most certainly."[/color] Those that trusted her actions still, some of his own friends that had survived and still intended to devote themselves to serving her. Had he not fled as soon as he had woken up, perhaps he would have been the same, similarly unending loyal and while he'd still like to think of himself as such - for the People - it was not the same. And likely never would be again. Then of course, she asked, as he had expected her to do. Though in a far softer manner than he expected and for that he offered her a brief smile before he thought to begin, hands gripping tight to the fabric at his sides. Safer that way.
[color=#008e02]"In a way yes. I am not the same person I was then, though I understand it would be easier for myself would that be the case. If I were to simply fall back into old habits but I do not believe I can anymore."[/color] A pause, an intake of breath, the magic all around them helped - even if only a little before he continued. [color=#008e02]"There are multiple reasons why I sought you out my lady, besides my enjoyment of being in your company that is. While those that remain here have continued to aid you, much like before, I do not believe I can be as they are. I have not been your General in many centuries my lady, and should you want what little help I can provide you are free to request it, but I will not act simply because you deem it right anymore. There is too much at stake, to many things I risk loosing if I do so."[/color] Elgar'nan had not been right on the evening he pledged himself to help Mythal as one leading a large part of her forces, it had been the right choice at the time, he knew that to be true. But things were not the same anymore.
Shoulders slumping slightly, part of the weight taken away, yet plenty of burdens still remained. [color=#008e02]"In truth, I do not know where I belong anymore. I feel much like I am fumbling around in the dark, trying to help those I care about and the one I love."[/color] This, was why he had not wanted such a public setting and while upon the battlements felt little better, it had to be enough. Quiet, softer words, a touch of fear in his tone. Fear of the unknown, of going against powers he had no chance of surviving, but if it meant safety for others? He would do so happily. Unfortunately while he had before, stood so tall as he told her of what would be. Now? Now he could not meet her eyes.
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