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Post by Eirine Thronos on Jun 18, 2023 12:39:12 GMT -5
Loud sounds could frighten anyone, and Eirene was no exception. Cronan’s authoritative tone was loud enough that it almost made her drop the man that she forgot she was carrying, flinching. She was honestly glad that Cronan was standing in front of her, otherwise that would be a little more than embarrassing to see.
As he enters the tavern, Eirene follows, walking over to an empty table and adjusting him so he was seated. She didn’t move from where she was for a while, standing up straight with her hands clasped in front of her as the interrogation took place. Eirene looked between the man and woman, lifting a hand to her mouth as the half orc woman began dragging the man verbally through the mud. Her face was almost tinged red by some of the insults she hurled his way, utterly scandalized as she marveled (and cringed) at the Common language.
The de-escalation of this was slow, but it certainly was working. The man responded next, his arms crossed over his chest with a heavy harrumph and a furious grumble. “There ain’t no damn way they haven’t! I sawed ‘em, I did!”
“Like hell you did, you drunken fool!” Shouted someone from the other side. There were shouts of agreement and angry cries of protest, to which Eirene had to cover her ears, groaning out of stress. Honestly, how hard was it to just speak civilly?
Then Eirene looked down at the poor man who she’d carried in, and her eyes went wide. Something leather was poking out of his pocket. Blinking, Eirene looked around at the re-ensuing argument, then muttered a swift apology before removing it from his pocket. She opened the bag, and sure enough there was a hefty pile of solars sitting within. Absently, Eirene began walking closer to where the barbaric men were standing, her form towering above them as she counted aloud.
“62, 63, 64, 65,” She was muttering, her voice projecting even if it was absentmindedly, causing the barbarians to slowly stop talking and watch her approach. The man’s eyes were trained on her open palm, eyes wide and furious. “66, 67, 68, 69, 70?” Eirene’s voice petered out into a question, tying the bag off and reaching down to offer it to him.
The silence was…deafening. Somehow, it felt louder than the noise, and Eirene immediately shrunk back after the pouch was snatched from her palm, not having the fortitude in her to tell them where she found it.
The man huffed angrily, fist on his hip as he stared at the woman by Cronan. “…No hard feelings then?” These words sounded like they pained him to say.
“No hard…you’re shittin’ me!” She barked with anger. Still, having no real reason to be upset, she too snatched her coin, simmering in contained fury. “Fuck off.” The woman then whirled around, calling off her goons and sitting back at their table (which was the only one in that corner at that point, the poor bartender). Does that mean it’s over then? Eirene wondered, unsure as she looked at Cronan.
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Post by Cronan on Jun 18, 2023 20:42:15 GMT -5
Cronan watches this scene play out quietly, not at all affected by the rudeness of having the coin purse snatched out of his hand. She was simply taking it, after all. The room is filled with a tense undertone, even if there is no more fighting. The tavern is in complete and utter ruin, with fragments of furniture strewn across the floor, broken glass everywhere and a lot of blood spilt on the ground.
Cronan looks at Eirine and shrugs. He's fairly sure that is to say that he's unsure on how to continue. It would be rather embarrassing to realize it means something else. Turning toward the barkeep who has ducked behind the counter, Cronan steps forward and looks over the counter, looking the barkeep in the eye.
"Might I suggest you close down for a while? I do believe that you are in no way capable of serving more customers at this time. I apologize for not being able to do more for you, mister." Cronan says before turning around and heading for the door. He's unsure if there is more that he can do for this particular scene, since he doesn't know anything about carpentry. Perhaps he should learn sometime.
Stepping outside, the cool air washes over Cronan and the calls of the nighttime creatures fill the air once more. He takes the greatsword off his back, and the front of his helmet opens up in 6 different segments that unlatch and open up to reveal.. darkness. A dark smoke slowly pours out of the empty void, before the smoke suddenly whips out and latches onto the blade and yanks it into the void. There is absolutely no way that the sword should or could have entered through his helmet, but within seconds, it was as if it never existed. Cronans helmet closes back up as his gaze returns to the stars.
"I am happy that didn't result in more bloodshed. Truthfully, I believe that went rather well. Are you doing okay, Eirine?" He asks, knowing that entire situation could have been stressful. In reality, he has absolutely no idea how Eirine was doing, so she could lie directly at him and Cronan would believe her. He knows that Eirine seems to stress over social situations, and that was a rather tense situation that was causing Cronan some amount of stress, too. Better to ask, he believes.
Cronan clasps his hands behind his back and begins to slowly meander in some direction. He doesn't particularly care about where he's going, he just wants to make some distance between himself and the tavern. "Apologies if this is out of the blue, but you mentioned that you had students before. Are you a teacher, by any chance? What do you teach?"
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Post by Eirine Thronos on Jun 19, 2023 15:31:36 GMT -5
It seemed that things were quieting down, thankfully. The tavern was in shambles and there were many grumpy and unhappy tavern-goers, but at least the violence had been kept down to a minimum, right? At least, that was what Eirene was telling herself. She kept looking between the two parties of people, the tension nigh unbearable in the rumbling silence, unsure if a fight could still break out. Cronan telling the barkeep to shut down for a while was a good call by far; it was going to take a little bit more then some upkeep to clean this place back up.
Eirene lingered behind a little bit longer, not quite sure what to do now that the drama of the night was mostly over. With an awkward bow to both parties, the astralblood eventually ducked back outside, finding that she still didn't have the courage to say much else to these people. It was embarrassing, but she couldn't be too vexed about it; at least she didn't have to lay her hands on anyone.
The air outside was refreshing, despite it being quite chilly. Eirene's eyes found Cronan easily, not too hard of a task in his massive form, but she gasped at the very strange display of him depositing his sword into the gaping ichor that was whatever Cronan was beneath the helm. In the time span of a blink, the great sword was gone, and Eirene was gawking. Again.
Thankfully this time she caught herself, unsure if he had caught her staring again and choosing to pretend she wasn't. “I'm fine.” She answered simply, nodding her head stiffly. She wasn't scared of the display, though a strange part of her was morbidly intrigued. Eirene couldn't find a way to express that properly though, so she just kept her mouth shut. “I'm glad that it didn't escalate any further.”
If it does choose to escalate, hopefully she won't be in the area too long. As if reading her mind, Cronan began to walk… somewhere. She didn't know where, but he was still speaking to her. Was that a signal to follow? That's usually what it was, from what little interaction she had remembered with Isolde. It didn't take her any time at all to catch up, walking a distance apart but choosing to move side by side. She could double back to another tavern later, hopefully one with less excitable company.
“Yes, I was a teacher.” Eirene answered, containing her excitement to speak about what she used to do for a living. “Or at least I was something of one, I was more so an aid, taken in by a traveling teacher to help me and the children she taught learn to read and write. I suppose I learned to read approximately two years ago, and I've fallen in love with it since.” It was the first few sentences she said without fully having a breakdown or stuttering, something that she failed to notice. “After my mentor left the children did too, so there was no reason for me to stay around much longer.”
Eirene paused to look up at the stars above, blinking slowly as she reminisced on all of the little faces, melancholy. “I miss them some days.”
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Post by Cronan on Jun 19, 2023 16:01:38 GMT -5
Now, Cronan didn't notice her staring whatsoever, nor did he even particularly mind. Eirine knew and she didn't seem afraid of Cronan which was nice, and she was rather nice company. He listened intently to what she had to say with no real way to express that he was indeed listening. "How impressive," He ends up saying in response, genuinely impressed.
"I am glad that you enjoyed your occupation. It is quite an honorable position, teaching the next generation if I do say so myself." Cronan says, believing his every word. It truly is something impressive to work as something like that and truly enjoy the work. Too many people simply get into these jobs for the pay.
"I assume it is normal to miss your students once you leave them. I am sure that they miss you just as much, Eirine. I can see you being a fantastic teacher." He says honestly. He may not have the most vivid imagination, but Eirine seems to be quite a kind and gentle soul, despite her physical appearance being almost intimidating. The moment the students got over that particular detail, Cronan could easily see them being rather large fans of the Astralblood, aid or no.
"If I may ask: Why did your mentor leave? And do you plan on rejoining the field at some stage?" He asks, looking over at Eirine. If it were him, he'd want to find a way to get himself back into the field as soon as possible. His attention is quickly arrested by some.. flying creature shooting just overhead. "..What was that?"
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Post by Eirine Thronos on Jun 20, 2023 18:37:16 GMT -5
Cronan was an interesting individual, of that was obvious. For someone like herself, Eirene was horrifically reliant on body language when it came to communicating to another person. Her company was different though, almost every emotion being expressed thoroughly through the tone of voice as he couldn't emote in any different way. It was almost jarring, hearing his response and being able to convey the understanding in his tone. She couldn't quite map out his age just from listening, but he was certainly much older than she was. Curiouser and curiouser, these interactions were starting to grow Eirene’s interest in speaking to others. Were all people so interesting?
Eirene's thoughts were stopped when Cronan complimented her ability to teach, though she wasn't really sure if it was considered a compliment. Conversation was confusing, but Eirene scratched at her cheek sheepishly, glowing a bit under the kind praise. “O-Oh, uh, why thank you.” Honorability was a bit much, but it was close enough right?
The kids that Eirene taught were usually around the ages of 10 to 13, though she sometimes got older students. Reading and writing was something taught to many in young years, but much like Eirene herself there were some that never learned. That was the point of Isolde’s lessons, to provide a safe place for children to simply be and to learn if they found it desirable. If they didn't, they could leave at any time.
Cronan’s next question made the astralblood pause to think, tilting her head as she contemplated a proper answer. She wasn't exactly sure if she would rejoin the field, in all honesty she didn't think that she was really good at it. If she were to reenter, it would be when Eirene is more knowledgeable, thoughtful even. She herself was still a student in her own right.
“I'm not—" whatever response Eirene was formulating was halted by whatever had caught Cronan’s attention. Perhaps it was her deep thoughts, but whatever Cronan had seen had missed her. She looked around, not having to turn her head as much due to her extended peripheral vision, curious. “Pardon? What did you see?”
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Post by Cronan on Jun 21, 2023 2:52:44 GMT -5
"Ah, my apologies; I've interrupted you. I simply saw some flying creature that I didn't recognize. Large wingspan, decently sized, not feathered, I believe." Cronan described. He only saw it for perhaps a moment, so he's not able to describe it accurately. He hasn't the foggiest idea on what it could be, hence why he's asking.
"Again, I am sorry for interrupting you. Do continue." He says, bowing his head slightly. It's an interesting skill to convey emotion and body language when most of it is off limits to you. He hopes he's doing a good enough job conveying that sort of information to Eirine.
Cronan splits his attention, a part of him deep in thought, and the other listening to what Eirine has to say. As he's listening, the thought of how he recognized an Astralblood but not being able to recognize any other race other than human. There is an odd feeling that he's unable to even relate to a color that has been bugging him since he met Eirine. He can identify that the feeling isn't exclusive to Eirine, but to Astralbloods as a whole. Not subservience, but something else..
The pair continue walking, Cronan thoroughly enjoying the company. Although the sudden thought hits him. People generally need to sleep, right? It is rather late - perhaps Eirine needs sleep? There is another Inn not too far away from here. With that in mind, Cronan now has a destination in mind. He doesn't change his pace, still slowly walking with his hands behind his back.
Making sure to speak only when Eirine is finished talking, he says "I believe people need sleep, correct? If you are tired, I know of an Inn not too far away from here. We can begin heading there if you'd wish. Otherwise, I am more than happy to continue speaking with you. You are very good company." Cronan has always been the blunt type. If he doesn't like something or someone, he'll say so, and the same goes for when he likes somebody or enjoys somebodies company. Trying to beat around the bush is useless in his eyes as it gets nothing done and fails to get the point across.
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Post by Eirine Thronos on Jun 22, 2023 12:07:37 GMT -5
The description Cronan gave of whatever he saw eluded Eirene, perhaps because it was such a vague description and he only saw it for a split second. She couldn't really blame him for something that he couldn't see, but so long as it wasn't hostile, right?
Eirene wasn't too familiar with the local life around here, people or animal wise, she couldn't determine what it was. Humming, Eirene continues. “You're alright, I think. Um, what was I saying…” The woman looked up try and recall what she was speaking about, her lips pressing together as she struggled to properly articulate what she was thinking. The idea came back to her like a torch being lit, sudden but bright.
“Oh of course,” Eirene recalled, snapping her fingers once the idea came back. “I'm not 100% certain where my mentor went, but she was a traveler. She was one of those good Samaritan types, who would drop by different regions and teach, but then he would leave after her time was up. Mysterious woman, she was. I fear I know nothing about her life except for the part that she shared with me.” Eirene could recall Isolde’s face well, even after so much time had passed. You could still see her smile, her disapproving stare whenever she did something stupid or foolish to this day. Eirene continued.
“She left for the same reason she leaves every time, because other people need her.” Eirene explained away, as if waving off how her leaving had affected her. That wasn't the point of her joining Isolde, it was finding a place to get a kick start, not finding somebody to be dependent on. “Perhaps I will reenter the profession, but I'm not quite sure yet. Not all people are understanding, that is to say, I'm not always well received.”
She was quiet for a little bit before Cronan spoke up again, thankfully. Eirene did a quick mental check up, clicking account of how she was feeling at the moment. A part of her was tired, but she wasn't exactly begging for sleep. If anything, it was a light, slightly persistent suggestion from the back of her mind. Cronan telling her that she was good company made Eirene flustered, not expecting the compliment. She blinked in surprise, the tip of her ears and the peak of her cheekbones dusting pink. That was certainly the first time she had heard that one.
“W-Well, I'm not in a rush, but I've been awake for a while. I'm most likely not going to be in town for long,” Eirene said, not sure what she was actually suggesting. So instead of elaborating further, she quickly asked: “If you do not mind, you mentioned before that you have not lost every memory pertaining to your life before this one. What do you remember?”
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Post by Cronan on Jun 26, 2023 9:33:09 GMT -5
Cronan listened on, looking ahead and making sure his footing is steady and balance certain. While he's had little issue with his balance, he does tend to break more fragile flagstones. He's a rather heavy suit of armor - exactly how heavy he's unsure, but heavy for certain. Eirine being unable to identify his vague description of the creature was unsurprising, but nothing he cannot research later.
Hearing about her mentor was intriguing. Cronan is somewhat familiar with what a Good Samaritan is, knowing that it's a person who does good, but not quite knowing what exactly makes a Good Samaritan. "She seems very kind." Cronan comments, silently wondering how she was in person. "It is rather upsetting that not everybody is accepting of one another. That is one thing I've noticed quite a lot during my time wandering various streets of Sol City and Sky Peak. People seem extremely judgmental for little to no reason other than their blood."
This entire concept is alien to Cronan. It seems so much easier to simply accept or at least be indifferent to the countless races on Charon, yet people seem to sometimes go out of their way to hate on others. While Cronan himself hasn't been the target of that, people tend to give him a wide berth for obvious reasons, often thinking him of being an important knight or simply a large, intimidating person in armor.
Cronan nods, hearing a number of answers in a single sentence. Shes in no rush, meaning she isn't tired, but she hasn't slept, so perhaps she is? And then a completely unrelated answer to how long she'll be in town for. While it doesn't bother Cronan, it adds a few moments for Cronan to process her answer. Thankfully, he's not left to process for long she asks him a question pertaining to his memory.
He hums in thought for a moment. "Wonderful question, Eirine. I awoke with the knowledge of both Draconic and Common, however only a written understanding of the former - I could not speak draconic even if I wanted to. I have what seems to be a profound understanding of etiquette, combat and honor. The knowledge of what Humans and seeming Astralbloods are and how to identify them, as well as a strange sense of.." He wracks his mind for the right words, but comes up blank. So, he resorts to plan B.
"If a commoner were to be in servitude to.. A number of nobles - perhaps a noble house entirely? In this case, Astralbloods as a race being the noble house in this theoretical, and myself being the commoner. I, however, have little to no context for this feeling, nor is it a particularly strong need. Simply there, keeping itself known, but not invading my mind as I speak to you."
Moving on as if nothing of what he just said was out of the ordinary: "An odd knowledge of leadership, and the word 'Colonel' feeling significant in some way. A part of me believes that if I do have a past, maybe I was a Colonel in a military of some kind. I have no evidence to back this up, however." Cronan pauses, looking through his mind once again.
"..Nothing else appears to be coming to mind. Does this answer your question, Eirine?"
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Post by Eirine Thronos on Jul 2, 2023 11:33:20 GMT -5
Eirene had to agree with Cronan’s sentiment. Even in the thousands of years that had passed since the Rune War, there was still a little bit of apprehension between any and everyone in Charon. With the life that she was raised with however, she was entirely unsurprised. For her, Eirene could suffer from tremendous over-accommodation (which sucked, when you looked like she did), or she would end up meeting the shunning eyes of the masses. She didn't quite know if this was rude to say, but she could tell that Cronan had gone and still goes through something similar.
“The kindest woman I’ve ever known. She didn’t care about any denominations or appearances, she always said if one’s heart was true, they would be open to her teachings.” Eirene smiled, looking serene as she recalled Isolde. She missed her more than life most days, having saved her when she was at her lowest and taught her to be better. Eirene shook her head, letting the memories ebb away. This wasn’t a time for such thoughts.
Eirene held onto Cronan’s words, listening with all the intent of a student despite her previously explained experience. Draconic was an interesting language to be able to read and carry on into another life, her mind already racing with thoughts of how and when and where. The easy hypothesis was a Dragonkin of sorts, and a once well-travelled one. Though the racial identity was entirely hypothetical, there wasn’t a doubt that Cronan seemed at the very least decently educated and had some martial prowess on militaristic campaigns. So if he were a colonel in a military, he must have been alive far back to witness a war, the most recent of which being the Rune Wars…ah, but which denomination did he hail from? His armor was so…specific. A warrior, perhaps killed and cursed to his armor. But why?
What Cronan saw was every single one of Eirene’s eyes staring at him for the entirety of his explanation. Towards the end, her eyes drifted straight ahead, a thoughtful stare into the space ahead, unblinking. In the shifting shadows, her halos have a strange property; several little cracks, golden in the darkness and resembling veins from the way they pulsed in the darkness. When the light from streetlights shone on them, the cracks vanished, leaving plain gold rings of blue eyes.
Eirene doesn't answer for several seconds, still deep in thought. Realizing he had gone silent, she blinked, feeling embarrassed. “Oh, s-sorry. I believe so.” Eirene answered at last, still looking ahead, concentrating on something not there. “How strange. I presume you don’t recall a war if everything else is so spotty, um, so to speak?” She added on swiftly, as if trying not to be rude.
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Post by Cronan on Jul 4, 2023 15:33:06 GMT -5
Hearing Eirine speak about her old mentor was heartwarming. Right then, he decided that hearing the pasts of others would be a good pass-time for him, seeing has he has no past to speak of himself. If he doesn't remember his past, then he'll hear the pasts of others in lieu of his own. Cronan likes that idea.
As Cronan spoke, he took note of Eiriene's focus on him. He's indifferent to the focus, but it's nice to know that his words are being heard by her. Cronan also took note of the rings around her head and the number of eyes watching him, attentive to his every action. Having so many eyes looking at someone would generally unnerve people, but not Cronan. He found it rather interesting, to be frank.
The pulsing glow of the vein like fissures in the rings also intrigued him. His attention to the rings was unclear thanks to his misleading peripheral vision. After he stopped speaking, it took Eirine a few moments to realize this, seemingly lost in her own mind for a moment. Cronan chuckles softly, waving away her apologies. "You needn't apologize, Eirine. You've done nothing wrong. No fault in getting lost in ones mind. I cannot remember any kind of war, and I am unsure if that is for the best or not. Would there be a way to identify what war this is so I can conduct research into it? Perhaps that can give me some insights if the retelling is thorough enough."
One of the things missing from his memory is the saying 'History is written by the victor', so to Cronan, any story on the war will be at least 90% true. It is a delusional belief, but he sadly doesn't know any better. Cronan chuckles again at the term 'spotty' describing his memory.
"'Spotty' is definitely a way to describe it." Cronan is about to say more before a shooting star blitzes it's way across the sky. Cronan's head snaps up, not unlike his reaction to the flying thing from before. Although this time, Eirine had to of seen it, right?
"..I do not believe I have seen that happen before. Did a star just.. run out of the sky? What just happened?"
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Post by Eirine Thronos on Jul 4, 2023 20:59:14 GMT -5
Eirene listened intently, nodding with a soft hum as Cronan recalled what he could, which admittedly wasn’t much. This wasn’t too surprising, as from what she could infer someone in his position would be lucky to remember their name. “Well, you could ask me what I know. I’ve read a lot of history books you see; maybe something could sound familiar? There’s also the option of the library, which I’m in town for.”
The astralblood looked up, humming as she watched the stars above. They were slightly marred by the faint glow of streetlights, but it wasn’t too difficult. Suddenly, a peculiar streak crossed the sky above, greeting the phenomena with a small smile, though bigger than any other that night. She'd never seen a shooting star in person, but she knew well enough about them. Some of the children she used to teach used to rave about how many they'd seen in their lives, boasting of millions of “gazillions”. It was such an endearing little battle of being the coolest, but at least Eirene could say that she'd seen one now.
Cronan clearly had not, if the abrupt movement of his gaze directing towards the sky as well as his next few words were anything to go by. Eirene blinked in surprise at his description, a very quiet titter escaping her. “A-Ah, not quite. That's a shooting star, a very interesting phenomenon. From what I remember, it's what occurs when a star dies. Many denominations consider it a sign of good fortune, and often the superstition is to make a wish upon it. A strange thing, that is to say, it's a very beautiful happenstance. It's incredibly rare, we're lucky to have seen it.”
Eirene paused, a tiny part of her wanting to make a wish, but finding nothing to wish her for. A part of her felt childish for even trying, and she lowered her head back to the road. “This is the first time I've seen one as well. I've read about them quite a bit. No part of this was familiar?” Eirene asked, trying to see if she could figure out what parts of Cronan’s memory were cloudy.
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Post by Cronan on Jul 30, 2023 11:58:05 GMT -5
Cronan thinks for a moment, wondering what to ask Eirine. It's clear she's well educated - at least as far as Cronan can tell, so perhaps she might know of where he came from initially. "Would you happen to know of the Black Spire in Sol City? It is where I awoke and I am.. unaware of it's importance or role in the city as it seemed abandoned when I found my way out of the building."
Cronan pauses again, thinking on one more think to ask. "And would you know of any wars involving the Astralbloods? It is clear that my past heavily involves them in a subservient manner, making me believe that, if our theory of me being a Colonel in some war is correct, that I was fighting for the Astralbloods instead of against. Perhaps fighting as an Astralblood, but that feels.. incorrect to me."
Cronan isn't good at showing it, but excitement is starting to brew in his mind. Perhaps this could be the first steps into uncovering his lost identity? Even if Eirine doesn't know of anything in particular, he now has something to begin researching and hopefully beginning his journey into finding his answers. He's about to lose himself in his mind when a star falls from the sky.
A soft titter comes from Eirine as she corrects Cronan, and only now does the stupidity of 'a star running away' click with him. Cronan too chuckles lightly as he cocks his head slightly. "A dying star, hm? Do you normally wish for things when you see them?" Cronan asks, looking to Eirine. Hearing that this is a rare sight definitely intrigues Cronan as he looks back up to the sky, the star long since vanished.
Cronans previous question is answered with Eirine's next statement, and Cronan thinks for a moment regarding her question, wracking his brain for any barest hint of a memory of such an occurrence. The night sky feels familiar, as do the constellations. A small fragment of him felt almost confident he could name them, but no names come to mind. "..No. Not the shooting star itself. The stars look familiar, as do the constellations, but nothing more."
For some reason, Cronan is swept up in a melancholy that he hasn't felt when he's unable to recall information. At most it was a mild irritation, but this is a new reaction. As if he had lost something integral to his being, but he couldn't begin to tell what that was. His melancholy is surprisingly obvious as his normally sturdy and perfect posture slumps slightly. His shoulders droop and a certain feeling emanates from him, not unlike a slight tickle to nearby peoples minds gently pointing them vaguely to his general emotional state.
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