[when Melqal sealed Morax away, he'd spent most of his astral energy creating this place. one that would be... relatively comfortable, all things considered, and one that felt familiar. in a way, Melqal wanted it to feel like he was always with Morax, even if he couldn't be with him physically. the other part was to make it as easy as he could to find him again. Menancia, and the rest of Dahna had changed so much over the centuries, after all.
the Renans, however, he couldn't say the same. a race that is ruthless most times, had only gotten worse over the years. they would waste no time in lording their power over the Dahnans; they feel like it's their right as the master race. Dohalim, Melqal thinks, is... different. he brought about peace and equality in the realm, judging people by their merit rather than their lot in life. he recalls to himself seeing Dohalim in his studies, questioning why it was deemed absolute that the Renans' place above the Dahnans was a rightful one. of course, in a society where challenged ideals could mean complete ostracization of the family, and considering just how high on the pedestal the il Qaras family sits, Dohalim quickly pushed that topic away.
he always did walk away from confrontation rather than face it head first...
perhaps it's a good thing that Dohalim had brought the ideals of coexistence to the realm, he thinks, as he helps Morax up. it would be inevitable for the spirit to find out just how misused the astral energy of the planet is, but maybe seeing Menancia thrive would help... soften the blow, so to speak. but he'll cross that bridge when he gets there.
a hand comes up to gently cradle the tail wrapped around him, fingers gently grazing along the warm scales. he sighs softly, missing the feeling of it under his hand. warm and strong like stone under the sun. Melqal stands slowly with Morax, his other arm wrapped around him to keep him steady and close]
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the Renans, however, he couldn't say the same. a race that is ruthless most times, had only gotten worse over the years. they would waste no time in lording their power over the Dahnans; they feel like it's their right as the master race. Dohalim, Melqal thinks, is... different. he brought about peace and equality in the realm, judging people by their merit rather than their lot in life. he recalls to himself seeing Dohalim in his studies, questioning why it was deemed absolute that the Renans' place above the Dahnans was a rightful one. of course, in a society where challenged ideals could mean complete ostracization of the family, and considering just how high on the pedestal the il Qaras family sits, Dohalim quickly pushed that topic away.
he always did walk away from confrontation rather than face it head first...
perhaps it's a good thing that Dohalim had brought the ideals of coexistence to the realm, he thinks, as he helps Morax up. it would be inevitable for the spirit to find out just how misused the astral energy of the planet is, but maybe seeing Menancia thrive would help... soften the blow, so to speak. but he'll cross that bridge when he gets there.
a hand comes up to gently cradle the tail wrapped around him, fingers gently grazing along the warm scales. he sighs softly, missing the feeling of it under his hand. warm and strong like stone under the sun. Melqal stands slowly with Morax, his other arm wrapped around him to keep him steady and close]
Steady, now... Are you alright?