[ Truthfully, it hadn't occurred to Dion that the wyvern tail that just so happens to be there is for him. Perhaps it should, amidst so many stray items that have appeared in the oddest of places and hold meaning to one individual or another. He'd already made a point of finding who certain items were intended for.
The presence of the flower had been so surprising that he hadn't considered it. Neither had he paused to consider the prospect of something being for him, focused as he was on looking for someone who may not have made it here from Aphaia. ]
...Very well.
[ It takes him the span of a short delay to remind himself to move. It's only then that he notices an empty, crumpled box has settled on the grass a distance from Shadow's position, doubtless a casualty of when the tree was struck. Another of these strange gifts then, he decides.
His strides are stiff and brisk, if only because Dion is well aware his presence is only tolerated here. It's not an unfamiliar feeling, but typically, he is far and away the most potent force in the vicinity. This is not something he will assume with this other Shadow.
Once he reaches the place where the flower sits, he gently retrieves it as though it's some rare and fragile treasure. He doesn't think about this, treating it with such care as he does. A gift he had once declined to receive, deeming himself unworthy...yet it has found him, worlds away. ]
Thank you.
[ He says the words softly, his tone bordering on solemnity. ]
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The presence of the flower had been so surprising that he hadn't considered it. Neither had he paused to consider the prospect of something being for him, focused as he was on looking for someone who may not have made it here from Aphaia. ]
...Very well.
[ It takes him the span of a short delay to remind himself to move. It's only then that he notices an empty, crumpled box has settled on the grass a distance from Shadow's position, doubtless a casualty of when the tree was struck. Another of these strange gifts then, he decides.
His strides are stiff and brisk, if only because Dion is well aware his presence is only tolerated here. It's not an unfamiliar feeling, but typically, he is far and away the most potent force in the vicinity. This is not something he will assume with this other Shadow.
Once he reaches the place where the flower sits, he gently retrieves it as though it's some rare and fragile treasure. He doesn't think about this, treating it with such care as he does. A gift he had once declined to receive, deeming himself unworthy...yet it has found him, worlds away. ]
Thank you.
[ He says the words softly, his tone bordering on solemnity. ]