Grimm follows in a flicker and settles into parsing their intent, now that there is less meandering and more careful, stunted concept. He maintains a healthy distance perched on the edge of another lift. They may not need to be facing each other for communication this way, but it is polite.
First: "You misunderstand, friend. There is no due haste in completing the Ritual. I wished only to clarify that you would still attend to it." The Heart's eagerness is not for the Summoner to worry about, not until and unless one might show signs of lingering forever.
A nod at the understanding of mutual disarmament. And a slight shift in the way he's looking at them, when their thoughts turn to warning him of potential threats in Hallownest. Amusement, free and easily shared.
"There is much here that may yet pose a threat, but Deepnest and Mantis folk need not factor." And I will remain by the Ritual until its end. But I thank you for the thought.
Another nod; he can tell they are unskilled in Dream - this is not shared - what is shared is a faint sense of encouragement. They have managed much already, and especially with the Dream Nail and with their child, the Lord of Shades will doubtless have plenty of opportunity to learn of Dream and Nightmare both.
(Perhaps they might hunt for their mask together, though a brief flicker of memory, from Grimm's perspective, is sent to show that he saw it break, and not where it fell.)
Grimm feels that the next part strays rather more into the realm of the personal. He thinks for a moment - neatly keeping whatever thoughts he has to himself. Outside of their dance, the two of them are as strangers. But he found himself charmed by this summoner, and intrigued by the being they have become now.
"Each Higher Being differs greatly," he carefully points out. "That you aspire to cast aside the mantle of titles and tribute is unusual, but fair." He carefully picks out the title they seem much keener on - it is easy enough to tell by the way their thoughts feel around it. "Who you are as the Knight will prove counterweight to who you all are as the Lord of Shades, if the two differ much at all." Certain things have to be kept in balance. A familiar phrase to them, perhaps.
Grimm steps to the edge of the platform and looks down, as if he might see the remnants of their mask lying somewhere below.
Quietly: "I find waste of youth unpalatable." An innocuous thing to say, and it might stay vague if not for the way his thoughts neatly hang it on their explanation of their Siblings. "Now is not the time for such discussion, nor am I an optimal choice for it."
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Date: 2023-04-04 04:53 pm (UTC)First: "You misunderstand, friend. There is no due haste in completing the Ritual. I wished only to clarify that you would still attend to it." The Heart's eagerness is not for the Summoner to worry about, not until and unless one might show signs of lingering forever.
A nod at the understanding of mutual disarmament. And a slight shift in the way he's looking at them, when their thoughts turn to warning him of potential threats in Hallownest. Amusement, free and easily shared.
"There is much here that may yet pose a threat, but Deepnest and Mantis folk need not factor." And I will remain by the Ritual until its end. But I thank you for the thought.
Another nod; he can tell they are unskilled in Dream - this is not shared - what is shared is a faint sense of encouragement. They have managed much already, and especially with the Dream Nail and with their child, the Lord of Shades will doubtless have plenty of opportunity to learn of Dream and Nightmare both.
(Perhaps they might hunt for their mask together, though a brief flicker of memory, from Grimm's perspective, is sent to show that he saw it break, and not where it fell.)
Grimm feels that the next part strays rather more into the realm of the personal. He thinks for a moment - neatly keeping whatever thoughts he has to himself. Outside of their dance, the two of them are as strangers. But he found himself charmed by this summoner, and intrigued by the being they have become now.
"Each Higher Being differs greatly," he carefully points out. "That you aspire to cast aside the mantle of titles and tribute is unusual, but fair." He carefully picks out the title they seem much keener on - it is easy enough to tell by the way their thoughts feel around it. "Who you are as the Knight will prove counterweight to who you all are as the Lord of Shades, if the two differ much at all." Certain things have to be kept in balance. A familiar phrase to them, perhaps.
Grimm steps to the edge of the platform and looks down, as if he might see the remnants of their mask lying somewhere below.
Quietly: "I find waste of youth unpalatable." An innocuous thing to say, and it might stay vague if not for the way his thoughts neatly hang it on their explanation of their Siblings. "Now is not the time for such discussion, nor am I an optimal choice for it."