[It is truly a treasured walk down memory lane between two friends. It is a warm, fuzzy harkening back to Ala Mhigo, to blasted walls, war crimes and those fucking car keys. He has pursed into a practiced smile, and only that little glint in his eye can confirm that he does indeed actually feel something in this exchange.]
This city’s guardian eikon, was it?
[Dry. Irreverent. Of course, it is simply a matter of fact for him. It is a consideration, of course. There is nothing glorious in gorging upon an accumulated hoard of magical trinkets that is gifted to him. That is useless pageantry that offers nothing to him. If shows of baubles and riches could stoke the flame, he would never have been here in the first place.]
You speak, then, of an excursion to this eikon’s lair?
[The naughty kitty smile returns. There is a slight air of disappointment- but it is a sad disappointment, the disappointment of loss, the disappointment of offering a platter because indulging in it all himself feels such a waste.]
You would have me entreat the creature- or perhaps simply set it aside- gorge upon its reserves, and return to you wearing the hide of the dragon?
[Ah, but that is so sad, my friend. We could down the beast together. You could watch me, and I could watch you watch me! That violent show only we may put on for each other. But a world in which such things were so readily available would be a paradise… but such things are simply not within his grasp. Not yet.]
[It is not an order or a command, after all. It is a suggestion. A compromise. A yield to facilitate the eclectic heights they may reach later.]
Would it tantalize you, my friend? To trek to this mountain, to feast upon the gods, and to fly back over these walls on the eve of the beast’s ultimatum? To fly right into its waiting jaws as it throws itself against the gates? You will wait, if I hasten to rejoin you before its blood hits the sands? I want to see you spill it, after all.
[He’s getting more and more animated. He is sold.]
-This is absolutely how it is to have a very, very good friend! She might have stolen his car keys in some format in the past, which is another activity that two friends engage in a healthy amount. But the way she sees more of something in his eyes, be it a sprinkle emotion or the spark of a kitty who is being extremely naughty, allows her to know that the two of them are on the same wavelength before he even speaks it.-
-She turns toward where the city walls don't obscure the mountains in the distance, to--ah, she's heard of Ebih during her time and its association with Ishtar. Or, at least, sightings of her going there after reported shenanigans in the area.-
The Ishtar we have back at home accumulates stores of aether in treasures. Usually gems. It's not unlike the crystals accumulated by beast tribes. Or, well, used in said eikon summonings.
The density and kind of aether here should be much, much more potent than anything imaginable. If I were her and if I know her, I'd have a pretty huge cache accumulated already.
-She turns back to him, smiling a little bit.-
She probably won't be too keen to give them up willingly. We could barter, maybe... But I'm not sure either Gilgamesh would want to go that far. He's, ah--there's a history. Siduri, maybe...
-But on the subject of it tantalizing her--to go on a little adventure. A little escapade. A little trip with a good friend, hand in ?hand?. Claws in claws? Just a jaunt right up to the temple--then have someone whose presence could counteract the monstrous Tiamat-Gorgon combination. It takes care of most things. The gaze issue, however, remains. Zenos might be rock hard at all times, but being that kind would put her out of yet another companion.-
-But, of course, who can deny the fucking sick prospect of dragon-on-dragon fights. And who could deny the staging he was setting for the performance. She can see that silhouette against sunset all over again when she shuts her eyes. Imagining his form, and--and maybe that little bit of dissatisfaction she has felt for her own performance in the singularity thus far. Reveling in the bloodshed of someone who wears the face of a friend isn't generally "her thing," but there's a little bit of naughty kitty in Memeko. Just a bit. One, like her dear friend with her, enjoys something about this.-
Of course I'd wait for you. I wouldn't be a very good friend if I didn't.
-A touch casual. A touch just a little naughty.-
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