Habits were hard to break, and Revas was all but certain that in his own youth he'd started and finished a fair few fights. But rarely as a young free being did he ever fight fairly, he had been far too caught up in the experience of it all. Of finding his own limits, and finding that others would not dare to tread as far as he did so quickly. He had tempered of course, with enough time, discipline and damage. It had changed him. Perhaps the same would be true of Ruth, but such a life-span could not be afforded to the elvhen male. Not by regular means, not what was once assumed to be their birthright at least. Maybe once Elgar'nan was dealt with, in one way or another, progress could be made to regaining what should have been. To give those of today the choice, the option of that burden to accept or live out their lives as they'd always known. Either way the answer given left him with little else but a small shrug of his shoulders. [color=#008e02]"I spoke of no one being any sort of fool Ruth."[/color] Thought it of those that had carried on, but no further.
The snickering of one in such a state did little to move him, though he certainly had to wonder what the young elven considered to be people as he defined it. Like him? Others within the city who now called it home? He did plenty of travelling as it was, so it was unlikely to be that. [color=#008e02]"And do such people include you, in a state such as this?"[/color] It would not do him any harm to ask, none that he could figure at least, unless Ruth felt like finding something to toss at his head while his gaze skimmed the page in front of him. Twice now. Frustrating. Though he could easily hear the sounds of shuffling about, of dampened clothes tossed aside, out of a sense of politeness. Despite the attempts to sway him one way or another, he did not look up, simply let the sound of snickering cast out across the darkened yet familiar space.
[color=#008e02]"I know I am not, you needn't worry. I simply must remember, magic is not as free as it was in my time, nor are many things."[/color] Fear was understandable, a fact of the lives of those here forever altered to being a state of the world of which he had barely ever known the alternative. This was his normal, but for most, that was not the case and things were not how they used to be. He would have to be more cautious. More careful. And if that had to begin once again with ensuring he did not cross a young man's boundaries, then so be it. But of course, no matter the reassurances made, the one sitting across from him was not done. Far from it, by the way he could hear Ruth sighing only to speak up. Void, what now?
[color=#008e02]"And how pray tell, have you figured that out, with you wonderful skills of deduction while intoxicated?"[/color] Sarcasm was like an old friend to him, and while he suspected his own living old friend - spirit or not - within Ruth would approve of such a tone. He did not care. Compassion had been his aim, but he had naturally forgotten that doing so meant his own tasks would likely be neglected in turn. He was not going to achieve his goals of study this evening, that was the uncomfortable understanding that dawned upon him as he read the same short line for the third time in a row in an effort to regain his focus. A fruitless effort. Damn it.
The snickering of one in such a state did little to move him, though he certainly had to wonder what the young elven considered to be people as he defined it. Like him? Others within the city who now called it home? He did plenty of travelling as it was, so it was unlikely to be that. [color=#008e02]"And do such people include you, in a state such as this?"[/color] It would not do him any harm to ask, none that he could figure at least, unless Ruth felt like finding something to toss at his head while his gaze skimmed the page in front of him. Twice now. Frustrating. Though he could easily hear the sounds of shuffling about, of dampened clothes tossed aside, out of a sense of politeness. Despite the attempts to sway him one way or another, he did not look up, simply let the sound of snickering cast out across the darkened yet familiar space.
[color=#008e02]"I know I am not, you needn't worry. I simply must remember, magic is not as free as it was in my time, nor are many things."[/color] Fear was understandable, a fact of the lives of those here forever altered to being a state of the world of which he had barely ever known the alternative. This was his normal, but for most, that was not the case and things were not how they used to be. He would have to be more cautious. More careful. And if that had to begin once again with ensuring he did not cross a young man's boundaries, then so be it. But of course, no matter the reassurances made, the one sitting across from him was not done. Far from it, by the way he could hear Ruth sighing only to speak up. Void, what now?
[color=#008e02]"And how pray tell, have you figured that out, with you wonderful skills of deduction while intoxicated?"[/color] Sarcasm was like an old friend to him, and while he suspected his own living old friend - spirit or not - within Ruth would approve of such a tone. He did not care. Compassion had been his aim, but he had naturally forgotten that doing so meant his own tasks would likely be neglected in turn. He was not going to achieve his goals of study this evening, that was the uncomfortable understanding that dawned upon him as he read the same short line for the third time in a row in an effort to regain his focus. A fruitless effort. Damn it.
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