A name is a curious thing. Something people attach to, but... what they mean varies from person to person, indeed. If Dohalim is who you feel you are, then that is all that matters... I think.
[his lips curl as the redhead continues though, recalling back through the haze of his sealing to the beginning of his time with Melqal. to the days when his proverbial leash had been passed off to another Renan, for what had felt like the millionth time.]
It's not as difficult as the Rena would have you believe. We... aren't so different. Elementals like myself have our personalities, our conceits. Our decisions. To think that they saw him that way when all he did was treat me with a grain of respect...
[there's a laugh there, short and a little hoarse. if he knew Dohalim's thoughts on bending astral energy, too, he might have yet more to say. it's not that which catches his attention though. naturally, it's the pause at the end there, Dohalim speaking of visions and dreams and then...]
...
[and then what? his brows furrow at the faint unease left in the wake of those words, and not even the scent of a feast could pull him away from it completely. the only thing that keeps him from asking after that particular thread is his own question - is he ready to hear the end of that sentence? so soon after his return, Morax isn't sure he is.
so, despite the air of uncertainty that still clings to him, he tries to settle in at the table, choosing a seat nearby enough to keep his attention fully on Dohalim.]
You have quite the selection of chefs, by the scent. [this part is harder, as his certainty for what to talk about runs thin. small talk is fine, Melqal said, but Morax... is not that good at it. he's curious enough to follow any line of conversation, but coming up with one himself?]
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[his lips curl as the redhead continues though, recalling back through the haze of his sealing to the beginning of his time with Melqal. to the days when his proverbial leash had been passed off to another Renan, for what had felt like the millionth time.]
It's not as difficult as the Rena would have you believe. We... aren't so different. Elementals like myself have our personalities, our conceits. Our decisions. To think that they saw him that way when all he did was treat me with a grain of respect...
[there's a laugh there, short and a little hoarse. if he knew Dohalim's thoughts on bending astral energy, too, he might have yet more to say. it's not that which catches his attention though. naturally, it's the pause at the end there, Dohalim speaking of visions and dreams and then...]
...
[and then what? his brows furrow at the faint unease left in the wake of those words, and not even the scent of a feast could pull him away from it completely. the only thing that keeps him from asking after that particular thread is his own question - is he ready to hear the end of that sentence? so soon after his return, Morax isn't sure he is.
so, despite the air of uncertainty that still clings to him, he tries to settle in at the table, choosing a seat nearby enough to keep his attention fully on Dohalim.]
You have quite the selection of chefs, by the scent. [this part is harder, as his certainty for what to talk about runs thin. small talk is fine, Melqal said, but Morax... is not that good at it. he's curious enough to follow any line of conversation, but coming up with one himself?]