Post by Griever on Nov 20, 2011 12:23:41 GMT -5
A strange boy. But, no - boy did this stranger an injustice. Boy implied a childishness, or perhaps naivete, if not pure innocence. It was perfectly clear, though they had just met, that he possessed none of those things. In some ways, he seemed as mature as Rheis was, and perhaps even more perceptive with his quick comments and sharp eyes, as though he had lived far longer than his young face would suggest,. Briefly, the summoner wondered about him, what could've made him this way, so profound for one so young. But he let the curiosity go without thinking any more on it, fully aware that he would not get his answer. It certainly wasn't his place to ask.
It was a heavy thing, to ask someone to forget what they knew, but it was a thousandfold more so for a Spiran and only amplified for a summoner. Rheis let his eyes wander back to the temple as well, watching it for a long moment. Piety and lore weren't lessons for those who had lived their lives under the shadow of Yevon. They were as ingrained into the people as their language or even their own names, no more possible to set aside than it would be to forget how to breathe. He refrained from responding with his thoughts, however. There was no way an outsider could begin to comprehend it, even if he tried to explain.
When the stranger next spoke, Rheis shifted his full attention back to him, with the result that his thoughts dropped away almost immediately. Instinctively, he shifted into a more rigid posture, and his eyes hardened, regarding the redhead as though he spoke with unthinkable audacity. But then, once again, he was forced to remind himself that this was no longer Spira, and what had once been common knowledge was now little more than a passing interest to many. He turned slightly away to offset his natural aversion to the subject, but managed to keep his voice almost neutral when he replied.
"A sending isn't something to be bought or traded." Rheis glanced back down, curious despite himself. How could a complete stranger know of the ritual at all? "It's the duty of a summoner."
Somehow, saying the term of himself, putting it to words, didn't feel quite right yet.
"If a sending is needed, I'll perform it. But don't think it's a show." Unconsciously, that slightly cold tone had edged its way back into his voice; doubtless he came across as harsh. But there was no holding back a natural reaction.
It was a heavy thing, to ask someone to forget what they knew, but it was a thousandfold more so for a Spiran and only amplified for a summoner. Rheis let his eyes wander back to the temple as well, watching it for a long moment. Piety and lore weren't lessons for those who had lived their lives under the shadow of Yevon. They were as ingrained into the people as their language or even their own names, no more possible to set aside than it would be to forget how to breathe. He refrained from responding with his thoughts, however. There was no way an outsider could begin to comprehend it, even if he tried to explain.
When the stranger next spoke, Rheis shifted his full attention back to him, with the result that his thoughts dropped away almost immediately. Instinctively, he shifted into a more rigid posture, and his eyes hardened, regarding the redhead as though he spoke with unthinkable audacity. But then, once again, he was forced to remind himself that this was no longer Spira, and what had once been common knowledge was now little more than a passing interest to many. He turned slightly away to offset his natural aversion to the subject, but managed to keep his voice almost neutral when he replied.
"A sending isn't something to be bought or traded." Rheis glanced back down, curious despite himself. How could a complete stranger know of the ritual at all? "It's the duty of a summoner."
Somehow, saying the term of himself, putting it to words, didn't feel quite right yet.
"If a sending is needed, I'll perform it. But don't think it's a show." Unconsciously, that slightly cold tone had edged its way back into his voice; doubtless he came across as harsh. But there was no holding back a natural reaction.