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The Visitor
Jan. 20th, 2019 08:41 pm[There's a garden behind Meltokio's castle that's big enough to get lost in, covered in flowers and weirdly shaped hedges and even an entire section shaped like a maze. It's the perfect spot to get lost in after a particularly tough day dealing with whatever political fall-out there is to take care of after everything that's happened, and even nicer for a quick break when everything else, even just the company of friends and family, gets too overwhelming for Zelos.
Granted, it's a little strange and slightly nerve-wrecking for Zelos to be out here on his own, given his status as one of the only two Aegises left in this world, artificial or not, but he figures that he'll be fine. Anyone who cares will know where to find him, anyway, and it's not like he can't defend himself, either. Besides, it's just a quick walk through the silent, empty garden. It's fine. So he walks through the garden and makes it over to a private little section with a fountain and a kiosk, making a beeline over to a rose bush.
He delicately takes one of the flowers between his hands and stares, awed, at a plant he'd never actually gotten the chance to see growing naturally like this--he'd only known what they looked like in vases and fake bouquets, never really in a pristine, beautiful garden surrounded by greenery and life. Much less in the wild. The sight of it is mesmerizing. And then Zelos wonders what it feels like, so he takes off one of his gloves, exposing the glowing, orange ether lines on his arms and palm, and runs a thumb over the surface of the petals.
So entranced is he by the roses that Zelos doesn't notice anything else amiss in the garden, or in the air, nor does he hear the approach of someone else into the scene.]
Granted, it's a little strange and slightly nerve-wrecking for Zelos to be out here on his own, given his status as one of the only two Aegises left in this world, artificial or not, but he figures that he'll be fine. Anyone who cares will know where to find him, anyway, and it's not like he can't defend himself, either. Besides, it's just a quick walk through the silent, empty garden. It's fine. So he walks through the garden and makes it over to a private little section with a fountain and a kiosk, making a beeline over to a rose bush.
He delicately takes one of the flowers between his hands and stares, awed, at a plant he'd never actually gotten the chance to see growing naturally like this--he'd only known what they looked like in vases and fake bouquets, never really in a pristine, beautiful garden surrounded by greenery and life. Much less in the wild. The sight of it is mesmerizing. And then Zelos wonders what it feels like, so he takes off one of his gloves, exposing the glowing, orange ether lines on his arms and palm, and runs a thumb over the surface of the petals.
So entranced is he by the roses that Zelos doesn't notice anything else amiss in the garden, or in the air, nor does he hear the approach of someone else into the scene.]
