[ Was it like that, really? A divine favor? Sometimes Caelus has his doubts. On the one hand, he is not unaware that he has a special existence in this world — that he was chosen to walk a path prescribed to him by the seer the Stellaron Hunters call Elio. On the other hand, the Aeons are at times so inscrutable and unknowable that Qlipoth's intervention could have merely been an exercise in their own inflexible impulse to build.
Saving his life may have really been nothing more than a coincidence. Maybe Caelus attracted the Amber Lord's gaze, and then they saw a hole, and they fixed it. Because they must build. They must fix. They must endure.
(There's another thought that plagues him, sometimes — one that he's never brought up with anyone else, not even Herta, who would be most curious. Maybe the Preservation, in their wordless actions, meant to say: Rise, Akivili, my old friend. Today, as yesterday, your time is not yet come.)
Anyway. At the mention of a favor, Caelus visibly perks up. The Trailblazer is not really like a cat in the ways that matter, but one cannot help but get the feeling, despite his mostly-expressionless mien, that if he had a pair of animal ears (canine or feline or perhaps merely procyonine... well, raccoonish) they would be fully pointed upwards in eager anticipation. His eyes are now wide and awake. There's a liiittle tiny bit of a smile on his face.
Sidequest? Sidequest? He loves sidequests. ]
Of course. What's the favor?
[ (Does he sense that odd atmosphere that sets in when Luocha talks about Aeons? Maybe. But, ostensibly — that's not for him to engage with. At least, not right now.) ]
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Saving his life may have really been nothing more than a coincidence. Maybe Caelus attracted the Amber Lord's gaze, and then they saw a hole, and they fixed it. Because they must build. They must fix. They must endure.
(There's another thought that plagues him, sometimes — one that he's never brought up with anyone else, not even Herta, who would be most curious. Maybe the Preservation, in their wordless actions, meant to say: Rise, Akivili, my old friend. Today, as yesterday, your time is not yet come.)
Anyway. At the mention of a favor, Caelus visibly perks up. The Trailblazer is not really like a cat in the ways that matter, but one cannot help but get the feeling, despite his mostly-expressionless mien, that if he had a pair of animal ears (canine or feline or perhaps merely procyonine... well, raccoonish) they would be fully pointed upwards in eager anticipation. His eyes are now wide and awake. There's a liiittle tiny bit of a smile on his face.
Sidequest? Sidequest? He loves sidequests. ]
Of course. What's the favor?
[ (Does he sense that odd atmosphere that sets in when Luocha talks about Aeons? Maybe. But, ostensibly — that's not for him to engage with. At least, not right now.) ]