Someone will die...of FUN!

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[amaurotine]

[He'll allow it, that laugh. And the mild wistfulness when their "other friend" is brought up once more. Oh but he can't help but entertain his curiosity: he knows how Hythlodaeus feels about all this, but what of her? And with them both now members of the Convocation, will that do ought to curb her more divisive inclinations? Acting on her own? Running off without approval to the farthest reaches of the star? Somehow, even though much of his own routine will and must change, he does not think his friends' natures will falter by even a step.]

[Be that as it may, he awaits it - the three of them sharing drinks all together and hearing about her latest journey.]

There would be no challenge, if she'd simply give up and admit defeat.

[Perhaps he should have more sense himself, but he will hardly let himself be outdone. Especially not when his opponent is her.]

[But oh how quickly the city unfolds, bright and dazzling as the stars shift and flicker into view above, as the sky appears to deepen and expand. He inclines his head, eyes bright and mildly mocking in the coming dark.]

Leaving already? And here I'd only just begun to get comfortable.

[He wasn't even allowed an opportunity to nap, after all he has been put through. Tomorrow will no doubt prove even more exhausting. But, well, at least he will have something to look forward to, after all is done and all of the metaphorical dust has settled.]

[lackingtalent]

[Azem is ever the seat of the Wanderer, and... those with that inclination are just as powerless to prevent it as they, as observers, are to stop them. Of course, their Azem is no longer the Azem. But does he think that meant the urge to roam subsided, even with her new duties within Elpis her priority? No. Numerous little times he'd helped her from the shadows certainly says not. But!]

You know... I believe she said the same about you once. Something about you only putting up so much of a fight because you would not allow yourself to be second at anything!

[A wry little smile follows. It's that very trait he adores.]

Ah, yes. That was the night you both fell asleep at the exact same moment. I hadn't the heart to rouse either of you, so I took the bed.

[And their joint delicate states the morning after were similarly precious. Still. ]

Would you like to stay longer? I've nowhere to be. [Well, he does. But it's nothing that can't wait.]

[amaurotine]

Where, then, is the lie? I wouldn't allow it. Not against her.

[The same could be said of Hythlodaeus as well, in some regards. Although he'd prefer not to be second to him, either, his very habit of claiming himself "useless" and "quite wanting", has only encouraged honesty in Emet-Selch. He finds he does not mind admitting to lesser skill when his friend in question attempts to claim none.]

[But if their Azem was in need of his help, would he then go to her side? Grudgingly, he has to admit that yes. Yes, he absolutely would.]

And I will thank you not to remind me of the worst sleep in my life.

[Sitting upright for hours, lost in slumber with one Azem propped against his shoulder. Oh, his back aches just thinking about it.]

[Although Hythlodaeus may act as if he has no responsibilities of import, Emet-Selch can imagine that isn't the case. Still.]

No. Only a few moments more. An evening walk through Amaurot isn't truly done until the sky falls to darkness and her highest towers swell with light.

[Poetic? Hardly.]