[A look of surprise briefly lingers on Lahabrea’s face once he sees Frieda for the first time. He wasn't sure what to anticipate from this meeting, but he didn't expect someone so young to be the kindred spirit he'd met anonymously on the forum. It's a little unexpected. The woman appears to be no older than his son, which makes him mourn Erichthonius even more. Nonetheless, when he approaches, Lahabrea swiftly tempers his surprise.]
Forgive me for my slight tardiness. I certainly didn’t mean to keep you waiting.
[He apologizes before taking a seat at their table across from her. Lahabrea is, as one might assume, a giant among men, an immortal of extraordinary scale masquerading as a mere commoner. Everything about him, from his stern carmine eyes to his coppery-bronze skin tone, gives him an unearthly appearance. Even the slightest streaks of red in his white hair set him apart in a world dominated by such youthful candidates. He's an outlier here, a relic from a bygone era long forgotten by the present. The man before Frieda is long past ancient in comparison to his long-lived colleagues, thus he appears to be some kind of ancient deity.]
Shall I confess that it’s been weeks since I’ve last reveled in conversation? I’ve been spending my days scouring the depths of the Amberfall Library committing everything I read to memory in hopes of finding a way to undo a future that has yet to form.
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Date: 2024-01-01 04:08 pm (UTC)Forgive me for my slight tardiness. I certainly didn’t mean to keep you waiting.
[He apologizes before taking a seat at their table across from her. Lahabrea is, as one might assume, a giant among men, an immortal of extraordinary scale masquerading as a mere commoner. Everything about him, from his stern carmine eyes to his coppery-bronze skin tone, gives him an unearthly appearance. Even the slightest streaks of red in his white hair set him apart in a world dominated by such youthful candidates. He's an outlier here, a relic from a bygone era long forgotten by the present. The man before Frieda is long past ancient in comparison to his long-lived colleagues, thus he appears to be some kind of ancient deity.]
Shall I confess that it’s been weeks since I’ve last reveled in conversation? I’ve been spending my days scouring the depths of the Amberfall Library committing everything I read to memory in hopes of finding a way to undo a future that has yet to form.