[Collect-a-thons is a very Relatable State of Being.]
I do!
[From the beginning! This adventure was a new one to her after all. She reached over to gingerly open the cover, and then reconsidered her plan of attack.]
Favourite? That's a tough one... there's a lot of them in there.
[He flips through a handful of pages, pausing at the prints of delicately painted landscapes, huge buildings crafted up towards the sky, giant men and women with strange features standing alongside Bahamut and watching over tiny humans living simple lives below. He passes over scattered and translated texts, bits of poetry and prose, stories and explanations for the illustrations. He finally stops on a particular page, the same man and woman from the cover being surrounded and greeted by a multitude of winged creatures or people, many bowing their heads. One looks suspiciously similar to the dog in Noct's lap, flying next to his white-furred twin.]
I always liked the legends about the Messengers... the gods felt so huge and far away, and no one ever saw them, so they just felt like old stories that might or might not be true. But the Messengers were real. Back then I was... going through some stuff, and it helped. Knowing what was real.
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Uh-huh. Ten so far, three to go.
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Is it a scavenger hunt?
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[Arms, gods, rings and crystals... gotta catch 'em all...?]
Inside's more interesting, though, this is just the cover. Wanna read some?
[He gestures; she can pick a page at random or start from the beginning. He's read it so many times it hardly matters to him.]
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I do!
[From the beginning! This adventure was a new one to her after all. She reached over to gingerly open the cover, and then reconsidered her plan of attack.]
Do you have a favorite?
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[He flips through a handful of pages, pausing at the prints of delicately painted landscapes, huge buildings crafted up towards the sky, giant men and women with strange features standing alongside Bahamut and watching over tiny humans living simple lives below. He passes over scattered and translated texts, bits of poetry and prose, stories and explanations for the illustrations. He finally stops on a particular page, the same man and woman from the cover being surrounded and greeted by a multitude of winged creatures or people, many bowing their heads. One looks suspiciously similar to the dog in Noct's lap, flying next to his white-furred twin.]
I always liked the legends about the Messengers... the gods felt so huge and far away, and no one ever saw them, so they just felt like old stories that might or might not be true. But the Messengers were real. Back then I was... going through some stuff, and it helped. Knowing what was real.