[ He might not agree with Ezar's assessment of himself - but he can understand, at least, feeling like you'll never measure up to people from stories. After all, that was how G'raha himself had felt for the longest time - including about Summer.
The word 'disappointment' doesn't ping as familiar until Summer begins insisting she can still hear him. And it doesn't take long to remember what 'him' she's referring to as she grows brighter. Emet-Selch, telling her what a disappointment she turned out tob be, while he struggles to breath through his injuries on the ground.
There are so many things to address and he wants to help all of them, but he is only one person and cannot. Ezar's issues are deep rooted so he reaches out for Summer, for the moment, to address the light she's trying to contain
He knows she won't burst with it, become waxy and implacable, but there's an anxiety in the set of his ears all the same. He rests his hand on her back, offering silent comfort until she gathers herself again.
She asks for a story. It's nostalgically familiar, of her asking for little tales or for him to read to her back in the Ocular. It makes something fond and familiar surge up in him. ]
I never told you how my first attempt to secure Beq-Lugg's help went, did I?
[ His tails flick a bit and he looks to Ezar. ]
Beq-Lugg is a powerful mage, well versed in a manner of magics - but especially those of the soul. I sought their help in attempting to find a way to help transport Summer to me.
[ He is revealing a bit with that statement, but he looks back to Summer. ]
They are also fond of creating familiars - magical creatures that one can use to perform tasks, or to fight for you. The first time I attempted to entreat them for help, they did not answer. And so, in my youthful folly, I tried to enter their home to speak with them directly.
[ His smile goes lopsided. ]
No sooner had I opened the door then all manner of familiars were upon me. Suits of armor, but things like floating paintings and brooms and all manner of creature from their garden.
Most ceased when I backed away but the brooms - the brooms chased me all the way back to the docks of Sullen.
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The word 'disappointment' doesn't ping as familiar until Summer begins insisting she can still hear him. And it doesn't take long to remember what 'him' she's referring to as she grows brighter. Emet-Selch, telling her what a disappointment she turned out tob be, while he struggles to breath through his injuries on the ground.
There are so many things to address and he wants to help all of them, but he is only one person and cannot. Ezar's issues are deep rooted so he reaches out for Summer, for the moment, to address the light she's trying to contain
He knows she won't burst with it, become waxy and implacable, but there's an anxiety in the set of his ears all the same. He rests his hand on her back, offering silent comfort until she gathers herself again.
She asks for a story. It's nostalgically familiar, of her asking for little tales or for him to read to her back in the Ocular. It makes something fond and familiar surge up in him. ]
I never told you how my first attempt to secure Beq-Lugg's help went, did I?
[ His tails flick a bit and he looks to Ezar. ]
Beq-Lugg is a powerful mage, well versed in a manner of magics - but especially those of the soul. I sought their help in attempting to find a way to help transport Summer to me.
[ He is revealing a bit with that statement, but he looks back to Summer. ]
They are also fond of creating familiars - magical creatures that one can use to perform tasks, or to fight for you. The first time I attempted to entreat them for help, they did not answer. And so, in my youthful folly, I tried to enter their home to speak with them directly.
[ His smile goes lopsided. ]
No sooner had I opened the door then all manner of familiars were upon me. Suits of armor, but things like floating paintings and brooms and all manner of creature from their garden.
Most ceased when I backed away but the brooms - the brooms chased me all the way back to the docks of Sullen.