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[K'pandolu likes boats- she grew up with traders coming every so often, and her family certainly fished enough for her to be familiar with the waters.

She's seated out on the deck, carefully out of the way, when she becomes aware of someone else. She doesn't bother with much more than turning enough to catch a glimpse out of the corner of her eye, not too worried about whoever it is, one ear flicking.]

If we cast a line out here, do you think we'd catch anything interesting?

Well, I've never been one for fishing... but we are quite far from land, are we not?
[ So... that means that fish who are scared from people would come out here? Right? He's going to move closer to K'pandolu, though, sitting nearby. On the ground, of course. ]

True! And there have been tales of stranger fish being caught on the seas, lately…

[One ear twists back, as she considers her companion. He looks so familiar- but no. How could that be…?]

Ah, but then there's the matter of bait… I don't suppose you have any on you? [he said he wasn't much for fishing, so probably not. But anything to keep her stomach from feeling like it's falling in.]

What sort of bait would fish use? I've got some spare meat - my dear brother tried cooking again recently.
[ and emm is not a good cook yet. It's edible, but not the best for Spoken. He himself really is clueless about fish, though - and simply starts to ruffle though his bags, quietly smiling to himself.

And if he is to be recognized, he seems oblivious. Mostly because he's gotten used to the stares - but used to people passing him off as another. Mostly for the white eyes. ]

[she tilts her head to the side for a moment, considering.]

Some of them might take that- we can but try it and see! If you're willing to spare it, of course.

[she reaches for her rod, still watching.]

Your brother? Is he older, or younger?

Well, the one I speak of is younger - but I've also an older.

[ He shrugs a little, getting the meat out of his pack and offers it with a familiar smile. He then speaks again, a slight chuckle in his voice. ]

I'm glad that Emmy didn't come on this trip, though - I wonder if airsickness is connected to seasickness?

[Emmy- a nickname, surely. And an older brother… Her hand tightens on the rod.]

Do you have a nickname for him, as well?

[she frowns at the question, but in a simply puzzled sort of way.]

I've no idea, I fear. Though it seems as though they would be, being both related to travelling… Perhaps a chirugeon might know?

It's been a while since I've been able to go to a chirugeon! And I doubt they'd... well, that's a long story.
[ He says, with a bit of a chuckle. But he tilts his head. No, he isn't hiding who he is. ]
No - Artoriel doesn't take well to nicknames. I used to call him Tori as a child, but... well, it never stuck!

We're still a long way from shore.

[her voice is mild, but she fumbles attaching the meat to the hook a few times before finally pushing it on. It's one thing to be the one who's apparently come back to the dead, and another to be the one discovering that. Can she be blamed for wanting to be sure?]

Hm. No, it doesn't quite fit him, does it? Perhaps I might use Riel next I see him.

[she casts, and looks towards him more fully, smiling if still a little cautious.]

Perhaps! But he'd probably scoff at that and claim that 'a true Fortemps needs no nickname'.

[ He was so quiet as he talked, though. Was this another Warrior of Light? Was he meant to know them, instead of who he died for (the one his mind seemed to block out - was this them)? Looking away a little, he sighed a little. And then he spoke again.

Lying shouldn't suit a hero, but he didn't wish to try and explain alternate worlds for now. It was... tiring. ]

...The very smile I knew suited you.

That is what private spaces are for, are they not?

[she's going to give it a go anyway.

She's not aware of the thoughts going through his mind- there's enough in her own to be starting on. She presses her lips together on hearing those words, hands shaking and ears dropping. She wants to keep it up, but-]

… It is you. I… how?

[she looks at him imploringly, wanting to understand.]

[ He's had to answer so many adventurers who've asked the same question. They see him, cry, and he makes up another excuse.

It didn't fully kill him. He had been reborn as an Adventurer. He was just... alive.

But he was tired of the lies. So, he simply says, offering out a hand... ]

I was revived with the blood of dragons, specially made to turn me to a new Elder.

[she fusses with the rod for a moment, to make sure she won't accidentally hook anything on the deck before reaching out.]

A lord among wyrms? Why?

[she shakes herself after a moment, tail flicking.]

… If you'd rather not say- what do you mean to do now?

[ If she allows, he will hug her - though he seems distant. Ah, why. He had asked himself that so many times, as he found his immortality.

There was but one answer he could think of. ]

Perhaps there was not enough to fight for the side of freedom. Perhaps it was just random chance which granted me this strength?

[ But what does he mean to do now? Hah. He can't return home. He just... how would it feel to have your dead son return? He couldn't make others hold his worry. He lets out a sigh. ]

...That, I'm not sure of. I doubt the Gates would stand open for me. I've been assisting with other issues, but... it's still nothing compared to how it was.

[she allows it, and moves to set the rod aside, the better to wrap her arms around him in turn and try to draw him near.]

… Whatever it might have been, you're here now.

[she hums, tilting her head.]

They might. There have been some overtures towards peace, though… the path is long, still. [And there are… still people who aren't that pleased by it. She thinks Count Edmont and the rest of the House would be pleased to see him, but… she's not certain.] What have you been doing, then?

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