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Redglare made no movement as he took a couple steps toward her. She continued to stand tall, not moving an inch… Aside ghostly eyes squinting slightly behind her glasses.
Ah, so he knows her? He bares very close resemblance to Dualscar, but, she knows that fish prince. This isn’t him. At least, not entirely. Perhaps one of their alleged descendants? It has to be. She was told of the existence of their descendants by one of the humans she had found herself crossing paths with. Being told the stories of their ventures and recreation of planets. But, the white of his eyes. This one didn’t make it. Unfortunate.
“You would be correct in your allegation. I’m am the Neophyte Redglare,” she’d state rather proudly, shifting her position to fully face him, redigging her cane in the sand next to her as she grips it. Her head held high, continuing to stare down at the young violet.
“And you must be an Ampora, are you not?”
her presence is commanding. everything from the way she carries herself to her manner of speech leaves him so riveted that he forgets his purpose out there in the sand. even so, there’s no time to simply stand around in awe, not when there’s impressions to be made.
“ eridan ampora, ” he announces with certain, and soon, wavering confidence.
the implications of their legendary ancestors being here, as ghosts among those of countless session players, are weighing heavily on his chest. he hesitates and wracks himself for understanding, feeling excessively burdened by her very significance and his inability, in death, to make any valuable use of it.
and if his ancestor is here among them, whether or not it means anything now, he has to know.
the prince’s lifeless eyes bore holes through those glossy red lenses, and with new conviction, he demands, “ what of the rest ‘a you? ”
