June 5th: Jennerit
“I’ve heard your kind don’t believe in soulmates.” The sudden statement took the Kemessian off-guard, and his winged armour twitched in anticipation as he regarded the swordmaster at his side. Where the hell was this coming from? “And?” Always curt, this one. With all of the long, drawn out practices and ceremonies of the Jennerit, Caldarius’ blunt approach to... just about everything ticked Rath’s patience. When was he going to learn that the finer things in life couldn’t be rushed? “And I think you’re wrong.” Red eyes narrowed down at the crowds of Jennerit below them. Rendain had once stood on this very balcony, addressing the people on the follies of their ways and how he planned to set about improving their way of life. “Sounds like a personal problem,” the walking suit of armour retorted, the twin glows of his helmet glaring angrily back at his “compatriot.” Rath stifled a chuckle, his elongated canine peeking out from between thin lips. “That sounded like an attempt at humour.” For a being so angry and full of hate, Caldarius still surprised him on occasion. “You would be wrong. Back to your question.” The Kemessian hated detours of conversation. It made the whole experience take longer when he could be doing something more constructive with his time. Like sparring. Or cracking open more Varelsi masks. “I think you’re wrong...” Rath hesitated, his shoulders squaring back and his hand coming to rest on the hilt of one of his blades. “... because never have I met another cut from the same cloth as myself.” Caldarius hummed for a while before he turned to face him. “You could just say you wanted to go steady.” Rath suddenly felt quite hot, and he swallowed hard against the sudden tightness of his throat. Another tally mark on the board for Caldarius taking him by surprise. “Another attempt at humour?” He finally barked out with a muffled chuckle. “I’ve been practicing. Nova says I’m getting better,” Caldarius replied coolly. Maybe he would never adopt the Jennerit’s beliefs of soulmates and stardust and all that touchy-feely garbage, but he couldn’t deny that they had plenty in common that bound their fates together. ... plus the swordmaster wasn’t much for idle prattle, so that was an added bonus.