Rue isn't unfamiliar with giving the whole of yourself over to a duty that can only be exclusively performed out in a certain realm, under a very specific set of circumstances. They were the faerie realm's Emissary of Joy for too many millennia to count, the only fey in all of the Feywilds able to feel the particular pulse of fey magic and follow it to where it would burst forth and blossom.
Such a role and title are, obviously, meaningless here. And beyond that, even if Rue was able to continue as the Mistrex of the Bloom, there's no doubt in their mind they would step down from the role on their own.
With the calm, quiet cut of his answer, with the careful explanation given, Rue can tell this man is of the same mind. The sacrifices given so selflessly in the past no longer carry the same weight as before. They see each other both then, as ageless creatures frolicking among humans who have no right to be there.
But Rue's grip on their composure is iron-clad. Their face, especially glamoured, gives nothing away as they daintily flutter their lashes, mouth pinching with feigned worry.
"My most ardent apologies, my friend. I could certainly have been a little more sensitive in my inquiry." Their expression goes warmer, purposely charming as they step forward and wave a hand, beckoning the man to follow. "Now, the art scene in Gloucester is fascinating and quite active! Whether you prefer the theatricality of performance art or the quiet sensitivity of an art studio, there's so much to see. I find my betrothed and I often attend movies at the cinema and are often swept away in the vibrant stories splayed across the screen. Truly, there's more than enough to keep one occupied."
Rather than no right, no true desire. At least on Elidibus's part. He has a world he loves and has sacrificed for and wishes to return to. It is not this one.
For Elidibus and his people, it was only natural to find some work or task or duty to dedicate themselves to. And should that journey not be cut short by untimely demise, see it to a conclusion, however much time in a nigh endless lifespan that might take. The work and duty Elidibus described was no different. So much so that he and those who filled related roles embodied the title and responsibilities as their very lives.
Elidibus looks at Rue and indeed it seems they see one another. There is an ever so subtle nod that acknowledges some level of awareness the tall fey was capable of understanding what lay underneath his explanation, regardless of their opinion on it.
His own composure in the wake suggests while the emotions were real, he may well have intended to show them. Elidibus accepts the apology with absolute grace.
"It would be normal to expect otherwise. Do not worry further." He falls into step with Rue's pace and listens to their recounting of the potential arts one may pursue. Mention of performing arts and cinema draws his attention.
"Hm. I believe my cousin will be glad to hear theatre is a part of this city's culture." Elidibus, you are trying to find ideas for hobbies of your own, not your brethren and colleague's.
"I would not mind trying my hand at the work of a craftsman." And it would be interesting to see how this magic-less world without its catalysts would make things by hand. There is a short pause before Elidibus adds. "There is occasion where I have found myself refreshed while playing a musical instrument."
"Oh? Is your cousin here as well? That's quite lucky from what I understand. Most don't come along with anyone from their home realm. You and I seem to be some of the only exceptions to that I've heard."
Besides Rue's favorite turtle twins, but that's for the man to discover later.
The festival is in full swing, full of laughs and delighted yells and overall cheer. And Rue simply takes it all in with small touch of pride blossoming within their chest, shoulders straightening just a touch more than normal. To be out walking among the happiness they've created is a feeling they'll never tire of.
"You'll find no lack of music to inspire you in this place. The options of genre alone are staggering. I've only just begin to delve into it, mostly on the recommendations of others. I imagine I wouldn't know where to start otherwise. But there are quite a few who play instruments among us." A surprising amount, honestly. "I've always longed to play, but I've just never had the, ah, touch for it."
One shouldn't talk too much about another's relations after all. That would be rude. As for Elidibus's 'cousin'...
"I find myself fortunate to have found someone familiar in this new place," he answers with sincerity. Emet-Selch may not be a cousin by blood, but Elidibus is not uncomfortable in the least to regard him as family.
Music though. Music is a safe enough hobby to begin with, whether or not it ends up being a ruse to get closer to the people who are part of this land or found themselves cast adrift upon it. But Elidibus made mention that he would want to pay tribute to those who are no longer here. And while he may lie about many things, that is not one of them. Thus he will try to fulfill the claim, in the time he has been given.
However fleeting.
"The culture of music is indeed pervasive. And seemingly on par with sports." Or would that be the other way around? Elidibus isn't certain. For now it seems more interesting that Rue does not find themselves musically inclined. At least for instruments. He wonders if it is aptitude or capability.
But it would not do to admit he might be able to tell there's some sort of illusion over their true appearance, given what it means to be able to do so in the first place.
"I am sorry to hear you find yourself in a position not to fulfill that desire," Elidibus replies. His tone is politely sympathetic without being overbearing. "In such absence, do you enjoy singing? Or is your preference to listen?"
"It's nothing, really." Rue waves an unseen wing, the marvelous glittering sleeve of their outfit sweeping along with their movement, as they brush the gentle concern away. Truly, once you've lived as long as they have, they really can't find it in themself to care too much for such a small thing. They've made out fine as a bard without an instrument at their side for this long.
Their gaze lingers over the crowds and the tents and the activities playing out. Even in conversation, Rue is keeping an eye out for anything that needs fixing.
"Both, I suppose. I do enjoy singing myself, but if given the chance to simply enjoy the musical talent of others, I'm always quite eager to listen. And yourself?"
Elidibus nods. If it is nothing, he'll give no more weight to it in this conversation. Rue seems at peace with it and he certainly has no right nor interest in suggesting they shouldn't.
He will also note their tendency to keep watch on matters surrounding them both. Elidibus himself does so out of interest in what can be observed; tending the festival is not his duty over attending it. He walks with Rue but there is ever a sense that he would easily leave them be should there be matters that require their attention and simply move on from this peaceful stroll and conversation about possible hobbies and interests.
Yet Elidibus does have to think on what he prefers. "It has been a very long time since I thought of such matters," the very old young man finally answers. Being able to indulge and find focus had not been about conscious enjoyment for a very long time. "I would say I have had more time to listen than participate. Though I do not think that is what you are asking."
Elidibus considers asking if Rue wanted to know if he sang, though in the end decides not to pursue it. If they wish to know in more detail, surely they will ask.
It is certainly the role of the host, isn't it? To cling to the outer edges of the festivities and watch from afar, rarely if ever allowing oneself to join in? Besides, this is Mercy's event, even as much a hand as Rue has had in making it come to life, so they are absolutely content to keep things running from behind the scenes so that Mercy herself can be a part of the celebrations.
Of anyone in this place, Mercy certainly deserves it.
His statement rings a little strange, considering it's simply the same question he asked of them. But outside of a careful arch of an eyebrow, Rue doesn't seem bothered.
"It's just pleasantries, I suppose. Though I will warn that you'll have plenty more time for both participating in and enjoying of new entertainment in this place! For how fast time flows, I find my days are endlessly filled with new things to do and discover. It's quite a delight. Whatever you are hoping to pursue, I most assuredly hope you do! I'm certain you'll find yourself enjoying it."
Fulfilling one's duty, particularly so others can benefit from the results, is certainly something Elidibus can resonate with. And though this festival might be on a far less grand scale of his of last Great Work, he does not see it as any less important for Rue or the people they are working for the sake of.
So their conversation and walk will come to an end soon when Elidibus politely excuses himself. But certainly not before a few last words. Music will be pursued. And though it still feels to him as if it is a task to perform so he may better mesh with this world while seeing his plans to fruition (millennia of such behavior and paradigm are certainly not shed so easily in a festive afternoon), there is a flutter of excitement.
"Yes, I do have some time." It has a deeply profound meaning to Elidibus. Even racing with relative speed to get back to his beloved star, will there not be some time in comparison to before? If but for a moment.
He looks up to Rue. The slight turn of his lips in a smile seems genuine in its gratitude, for all it is measured with the restraint he's shown this far. "Thank you. I am grateful for your advice."
But it is near that end mentioned before. Where something might need Rue's more direct attention or Elidibus sees someone he might wish to approach; a certain older and taller figure with pale hair and a grumpy looking disposition may be in need of encouragement to try campball, for instance.
"I shall not keep you further, though I have found the conversation enjoyable." Here he pauses for just a moment, looking at Rue and nodding his head forward. "Perhaps we may speak again in a more casual setting."
Not that the festival is anything but casual. But he seems will aware that it is because of hands such as Rue's are at play behind the scenes. He'll not delay them further.
"Oh, I'm certain our paths will cross again at some point. Perhaps even in the office! I am there most weekdays."
In turn, Rue shows the same genuine warmth in their small smile back, tipping their head in the slightest of nods.
"Pray, if you need anything else, feel free to contact me at anytime. I've grown quite fond of these smart phones of ours! To have my electronic correspondences responded to in mere seconds is most astounding! So please, I'm always willing to assist however I'm able. Have a pleasant day and enjoy the festival."
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Rue isn't unfamiliar with giving the whole of yourself over to a duty that can only be exclusively performed out in a certain realm, under a very specific set of circumstances. They were the faerie realm's Emissary of Joy for too many millennia to count, the only fey in all of the Feywilds able to feel the particular pulse of fey magic and follow it to where it would burst forth and blossom.
Such a role and title are, obviously, meaningless here. And beyond that, even if Rue was able to continue as the Mistrex of the Bloom, there's no doubt in their mind they would step down from the role on their own.
With the calm, quiet cut of his answer, with the careful explanation given, Rue can tell this man is of the same mind. The sacrifices given so selflessly in the past no longer carry the same weight as before. They see each other both then, as ageless creatures frolicking among humans who have no right to be there.
But Rue's grip on their composure is iron-clad. Their face, especially glamoured, gives nothing away as they daintily flutter their lashes, mouth pinching with feigned worry.
"My most ardent apologies, my friend. I could certainly have been a little more sensitive in my inquiry." Their expression goes warmer, purposely charming as they step forward and wave a hand, beckoning the man to follow. "Now, the art scene in Gloucester is fascinating and quite active! Whether you prefer the theatricality of performance art or the quiet sensitivity of an art studio, there's so much to see. I find my betrothed and I often attend movies at the cinema and are often swept away in the vibrant stories splayed across the screen. Truly, there's more than enough to keep one occupied."
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For Elidibus and his people, it was only natural to find some work or task or duty to dedicate themselves to. And should that journey not be cut short by untimely demise, see it to a conclusion, however much time in a nigh endless lifespan that might take. The work and duty Elidibus described was no different. So much so that he and those who filled related roles embodied the title and responsibilities as their very lives.
Elidibus looks at Rue and indeed it seems they see one another. There is an ever so subtle nod that acknowledges some level of awareness the tall fey was capable of understanding what lay underneath his explanation, regardless of their opinion on it.
His own composure in the wake suggests while the emotions were real, he may well have intended to show them. Elidibus accepts the apology with absolute grace.
"It would be normal to expect otherwise. Do not worry further." He falls into step with Rue's pace and listens to their recounting of the potential arts one may pursue. Mention of performing arts and cinema draws his attention.
"Hm. I believe my cousin will be glad to hear theatre is a part of this city's culture." Elidibus, you are trying to find ideas for hobbies of your own, not your brethren and colleague's.
"I would not mind trying my hand at the work of a craftsman." And it would be interesting to see how this magic-less world without its catalysts would make things by hand. There is a short pause before Elidibus adds. "There is occasion where I have found myself refreshed while playing a musical instrument."
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Besides Rue's favorite turtle twins, but that's for the man to discover later.
The festival is in full swing, full of laughs and delighted yells and overall cheer. And Rue simply takes it all in with small touch of pride blossoming within their chest, shoulders straightening just a touch more than normal. To be out walking among the happiness they've created is a feeling they'll never tire of.
"You'll find no lack of music to inspire you in this place. The options of genre alone are staggering. I've only just begin to delve into it, mostly on the recommendations of others. I imagine I wouldn't know where to start otherwise. But there are quite a few who play instruments among us." A surprising amount, honestly. "I've always longed to play, but I've just never had the, ah, touch for it."
Talons, after all, don't make it very easy.
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"I find myself fortunate to have found someone familiar in this new place," he answers with sincerity. Emet-Selch may not be a cousin by blood, but Elidibus is not uncomfortable in the least to regard him as family.
Music though. Music is a safe enough hobby to begin with, whether or not it ends up being a ruse to get closer to the people who are part of this land or found themselves cast adrift upon it. But Elidibus made mention that he would want to pay tribute to those who are no longer here. And while he may lie about many things, that is not one of them. Thus he will try to fulfill the claim, in the time he has been given.
However fleeting.
"The culture of music is indeed pervasive. And seemingly on par with sports." Or would that be the other way around? Elidibus isn't certain. For now it seems more interesting that Rue does not find themselves musically inclined. At least for instruments. He wonders if it is aptitude or capability.
But it would not do to admit he might be able to tell there's some sort of illusion over their true appearance, given what it means to be able to do so in the first place.
"I am sorry to hear you find yourself in a position not to fulfill that desire," Elidibus replies. His tone is politely sympathetic without being overbearing. "In such absence, do you enjoy singing? Or is your preference to listen?"
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Their gaze lingers over the crowds and the tents and the activities playing out. Even in conversation, Rue is keeping an eye out for anything that needs fixing.
"Both, I suppose. I do enjoy singing myself, but if given the chance to simply enjoy the musical talent of others, I'm always quite eager to listen. And yourself?"
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He will also note their tendency to keep watch on matters surrounding them both. Elidibus himself does so out of interest in what can be observed; tending the festival is not his duty over attending it. He walks with Rue but there is ever a sense that he would easily leave them be should there be matters that require their attention and simply move on from this peaceful stroll and conversation about possible hobbies and interests.
Yet Elidibus does have to think on what he prefers. "It has been a very long time since I thought of such matters," the very old young man finally answers. Being able to indulge and find focus had not been about conscious enjoyment for a very long time. "I would say I have had more time to listen than participate. Though I do not think that is what you are asking."
Elidibus considers asking if Rue wanted to know if he sang, though in the end decides not to pursue it. If they wish to know in more detail, surely they will ask.
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Of anyone in this place, Mercy certainly deserves it.
His statement rings a little strange, considering it's simply the same question he asked of them. But outside of a careful arch of an eyebrow, Rue doesn't seem bothered.
"It's just pleasantries, I suppose. Though I will warn that you'll have plenty more time for both participating in and enjoying of new entertainment in this place! For how fast time flows, I find my days are endlessly filled with new things to do and discover. It's quite a delight. Whatever you are hoping to pursue, I most assuredly hope you do! I'm certain you'll find yourself enjoying it."
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So their conversation and walk will come to an end soon when Elidibus politely excuses himself. But certainly not before a few last words. Music will be pursued. And though it still feels to him as if it is a task to perform so he may better mesh with this world while seeing his plans to fruition (millennia of such behavior and paradigm are certainly not shed so easily in a festive afternoon), there is a flutter of excitement.
"Yes, I do have some time." It has a deeply profound meaning to Elidibus. Even racing with relative speed to get back to his beloved star, will there not be some time in comparison to before? If but for a moment.
He looks up to Rue. The slight turn of his lips in a smile seems genuine in its gratitude, for all it is measured with the restraint he's shown this far. "Thank you. I am grateful for your advice."
But it is near that end mentioned before. Where something might need Rue's more direct attention or Elidibus sees someone he might wish to approach; a certain older and taller figure with pale hair and a grumpy looking disposition may be in need of encouragement to try campball, for instance.
"I shall not keep you further, though I have found the conversation enjoyable." Here he pauses for just a moment, looking at Rue and nodding his head forward. "Perhaps we may speak again in a more casual setting."
Not that the festival is anything but casual. But he seems will aware that it is because of hands such as Rue's are at play behind the scenes. He'll not delay them further.
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In turn, Rue shows the same genuine warmth in their small smile back, tipping their head in the slightest of nods.
"Pray, if you need anything else, feel free to contact me at anytime. I've grown quite fond of these smart phones of ours! To have my electronic correspondences responded to in mere seconds is most astounding! So please, I'm always willing to assist however I'm able. Have a pleasant day and enjoy the festival."