[The pause in the conversation is so long that Sorey almost startles when Dezel starts talking again, half-lost in thought and wonder in the world around them. Aroundight Forest has sideways been beautiful, but it feels even crisper and cleaner than usual. Is it because of Maotelus? Sorey doesn't recognize the pathways Dezel leads him down, his own familiar routes long since overgrown, but still somehow everything looks the same.
But then Dezel speaks and Sorey is pulled back to the present. He can't help himself; Dezel always had this way of saying the kindest things as if they were simple truths. For someone who Sorey remembers tending toward the negative side of realism, Dezel has been unendingly gentle with him.
He slings an arm around Dezel's shoulders, hugging him roughly as they walk before letting him go.] Well...maybe one day it'll happen. [Sorey's not arrogant enough to think he deserves to be a seraph, but he'd be happy if that was the case. It feels so far off into the future, but he knows that Dezel must already be looking past those few short decades Sorey has left and thinking about what will happen after.
Sorey has every confidence that his friends will be fine without him; they're beings of immortality, the earth and wind and rain itself, but he understands enough to know that he could never understand what it feels like to watch a friend be born and then die at your side, long before your own end is in sight.]
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But then Dezel speaks and Sorey is pulled back to the present. He can't help himself; Dezel always had this way of saying the kindest things as if they were simple truths. For someone who Sorey remembers tending toward the negative side of realism, Dezel has been unendingly gentle with him.
He slings an arm around Dezel's shoulders, hugging him roughly as they walk before letting him go.] Well...maybe one day it'll happen. [Sorey's not arrogant enough to think he deserves to be a seraph, but he'd be happy if that was the case. It feels so far off into the future, but he knows that Dezel must already be looking past those few short decades Sorey has left and thinking about what will happen after.
Sorey has every confidence that his friends will be fine without him; they're beings of immortality, the earth and wind and rain itself, but he understands enough to know that he could never understand what it feels like to watch a friend be born and then die at your side, long before your own end is in sight.]