[the progression of Rena's cruelty is something he anticipates, at least. Morax is hardly foolish enough to believe that the race has changed all that much at its core, especially when even they had run into so many conflicts that it feels like a matter of course. more still since Dohalim was... well, as he is.
for now, the elemental is trying not to think on that subject. it will be something to learn in time, as always, and he's much more focused on the individual-- two individuals-- here in his presence. there is no rush, even if Dohalim is so intent on leaving himself aside for the good of Melqal and Morax. it didn't sound like the young man's tenure as the Lord of Elde Menancia was anywhere near complete, after all.]
Ah... I'm fine.
[he's especially fine with the way a hand cradles his tail, bringing rise to nigh endless memories of quiet, warm nights just basking in one another's presence. his feet are a little unsteady, but not nearly as much as one would expect, for how long he had been sealed. that fact hardly stops him from leaning on Melqal, reaching up to brush fingers through his hair. it's interesting, seeing the differences in Dohalim's body - the mark of time's passage, and of descendants besides. and it's too bad, he thinks, that Dohalim should think himself so unworthy of anything. with a kind face and a kind heart, he can only imagine...]
I can do anything, so long as you're here with me. [bunting his cheek against Melqal's, he shores himself up and takes a tentative step forward.] Shall we?
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for now, the elemental is trying not to think on that subject. it will be something to learn in time, as always, and he's much more focused on the individual-- two individuals-- here in his presence. there is no rush, even if Dohalim is so intent on leaving himself aside for the good of Melqal and Morax. it didn't sound like the young man's tenure as the Lord of Elde Menancia was anywhere near complete, after all.]
Ah... I'm fine.
[he's especially fine with the way a hand cradles his tail, bringing rise to nigh endless memories of quiet, warm nights just basking in one another's presence. his feet are a little unsteady, but not nearly as much as one would expect, for how long he had been sealed. that fact hardly stops him from leaning on Melqal, reaching up to brush fingers through his hair. it's interesting, seeing the differences in Dohalim's body - the mark of time's passage, and of descendants besides. and it's too bad, he thinks, that Dohalim should think himself so unworthy of anything. with a kind face and a kind heart, he can only imagine...]
I can do anything, so long as you're here with me. [bunting his cheek against Melqal's, he shores himself up and takes a tentative step forward.] Shall we?