And just like that, the joy of Lloyd's mood is ciphered out from him, as sudden as a rug being pulled out from under his feet. His smile falters as he swallows, letting a nervous laugh escape him before he allows himself to talk. Realistically, he knew this would come up at some point - (he remembers the way Colette's wings seared into his mind the first time he saw them, and those were a semblance of normal) - but he had hoped it wouldn't be this soon, before he had some excuse ready for why he is able to sprout wings on command. Overthinking his next words, he hangs his head and scuffs his boot against the dirt, desperate to move somehow.
"Well - usually they're formed out of mana," Lloyd says after a few moments of silence, bringing his head up again to meet Zelos' gaze, the crickets around them seemingly amplifying the quiet between the two with their noisy cries. "But my grasp on where mana ends and where ether starts in this world has been kinda funky since I got here, so."
Lloyd sighs, opens his hand, and feels the mana that surges through his body as he commands it to. Having a complete awareness of its presence and knowledge on how to control it still feels foreign, as used as he is to barely acknowledging it past the fact that it was there. "But. Yeah, those wings were ether. I think they've adapted to this world, even though my body wasn't made for it." The ether overuse scars that dance around his shoulder blades help prove his theory, and even if his body wasn't made for the wings to begin with, but that's another conversation for another day.
HE IS NOT BUT ITS FINE
"Well - usually they're formed out of mana," Lloyd says after a few moments of silence, bringing his head up again to meet Zelos' gaze, the crickets around them seemingly amplifying the quiet between the two with their noisy cries. "But my grasp on where mana ends and where ether starts in this world has been kinda funky since I got here, so."
Lloyd sighs, opens his hand, and feels the mana that surges through his body as he commands it to. Having a complete awareness of its presence and knowledge on how to control it still feels foreign, as used as he is to barely acknowledging it past the fact that it was there. "But. Yeah, those wings were ether. I think they've adapted to this world, even though my body wasn't made for it." The ether overuse scars that dance around his shoulder blades help prove his theory, and even if his body wasn't made for the wings to begin with, but that's another conversation for another day.