@scionoflegend
Walking down to the dining hall, as was requested of him. He found his way inside, gazing left and right. Cordelia was supposed to meet him here for a mysterious reason. Owain placed a hand over his face as he stood there, eyes still very much scanning the area.
"Yes.. The time is nigh, I feel a presence approach through the evergleam. The ephemeral becomes eternal, as Owain Dark enters the newest area in his quest.."
Suddenly, he heard something in the distance, it was like. silverware clanking together, before he heard some steps.
Purposefully, he kept his back to the sound.
"Muahaha, You have come, Rider wielding the Crimson Spear!"
A sudden turn with his upper body, hand remaining in place.
"You wished to speak to the Chosen One in the abyssal moonlight? Well, I have come from the ashes to heed your pleas!"
It was daytime, maybe a tad close to evening, but not by any means was it nighttime.
Wait- It just occurred to him. Cordelia was his superior, right? Like, not just an ally anymore. But his actual superior.
...Was this impolite of him? Well, too late to think about that now! He'd already committed!
It was good that new arrivals kept flooding in even as more than half of Garreg Mach’s forces had been divided and sent away on mission after mission. Considering the sheer number of expeditions they had been split across, the lack of people remaining made sense... but it still left her ill at ease. And, if it truly was Owain as she had heard, then his timing was perfect. Though some of his theatric prose could muddle what he was trying to convey, he was... bright. Just what the monastery needed at a time like this, and more than that, he was a long way from home.
...Was her spear crimson? A silent laugh huffed through her nose, one corner of her mouth quirking up in amusement. Yes, he was exactly the sort of unyielding energy that would do them all some good right now.
“Hm...” She hummed an impassive note, though something playful sparkled in her eye, the faintest teasing note lilting in her voice. “So abyssal moonlight burns bright like fire, does it? Well then, I suppose I must thank you for your boundless wisdom and benevolence, o chosen one.”
Then, to perhaps further poke at the belated realization in his eyes (yes, she was indeed a teacher here), the knight offered a shallow bow. “Then if the chosen one isn’t all too tired or busy right now, I could make him a dish from Yli-- ah, from his... fabled homeland, was it? As thanks, of course.”
