With careful steps (even though by this point he’s memorized where every stick and pebble lay, it simply wouldn’t do to risk stumbling before this interesting new acquaintance) he approaches the set of pouches, taking one in each hand and bringing them to his face for a brief sniff. He’s thoughtful yet unsure until he reaches the pouch of pecha berries and his eyes twinkle.
“Here we are! This will do just fine.” He says with a gleam, returning the other pouch to its place besides the rest and keeping the pecha berries for himself. He simply doesn’t care to clarify whether he was meant to take just one or the whole pouch.
“Tales of Hisui… that’s quite a broad request!” He gestures widely for emphasis. “Hisui and her legends are what I know best! Her history is the ichor in my veins, it’ll be a challenge to pick just one…! But I won’t disappoint, you can be sure of that.”
What would be a good one to start with? He brings his arms in again, the one not holding the pouch of berries now rests against his chin in thought. His gaze flits to the most damaged of the structures around them; the shattered pedestal carrying nothing but six broken legs. Its silhouette is unrecognizable compared to when he first saw it… back when he still tended to its shrine. Back when it was still loved.
“This creature… That is to say, the creature this tragic pile of stone once depicted, are you at all familiar with it, Volo?” He doesn’t look towards Volo again, pale eyes remaining on the vague and cracked shapes before him. “I’ve heard tales of what this being once looked like, long before this place was forsaken. Tales of how this statue appeared before it was struck down and left in disarray. Would hearing that be satisfactory?”
an interesting character, this new sanctus; this encounter in the very rarities of nature itself, so far from everything, yet so close to the crumbled histories of hisui herself。 perhaps sanctus exists as a walking font of knowledge, the stairway to every piece of understanding he has ever wanted to grasp。 if he must lose a pouch of pecha berries for these tales, then he would gather treefuls of the fruit for the next time they met ( if that’s what it takes ! )。
you sound like just the person i’ve dreamt of running into!
( but secrets must stay secrets until they’re ready to be revealed, in grandiose & unforgettable smile ! ) so he smiles, pleasant and calm, ever the picture of grace & welcome ; the glint in his eye, though, speaks of deep intrigue。 ❛ i’ll welcome any amount of a take you might be able to offer me。 ❜ lest the offer be snatched by any prod from volo。 he knows himself : knows well that his spurring can become a bit much, even for one like himself。
his gaze lingers on sanctus one moment longer before he finally turns away, pacing to the cracked structure, the chipped pedestal。 it must once have been a glorious sight to behold, one volo wishes he’d had a chance to spot, once upon a time。 jagged stone stuck, splintered, up towards the heavens。 there is a reason why these are called ruins。
❛ i heard this pokémon was named giratina。 that it was banished from this world for its violence。 ❜ beneath his veil of hair, his eye shuts ; soon, his single-gaze moves to sanctus again, a faint smile twitching at the corner of his mouth 。 ❛ yes, i think your tales of it will be enough for me! ❜