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Taliyah’s eyes watched in wonder and awe as the other shifted his form. He wasn’t from the sun disk, she knew that for a fact. Maybe… An aspect? She remembers Taric explaining what one was. Maybe she should ask… but for now?
The shuriman approached Pantheon with a grin, her soft hands trailing up his arm to trace the constellations. “When I see something beautiful… I have to point it out,” she stated in a quiet voice. “What do these constellations stand for? Peace? No… You look like war?”
He seems amused more than anything, tilting his head once more as she approaches him. Yes, she truly doesn’t seem to have any sense of self-preservation... but it’s new to him. Besides, he doesn’t particularly mind either. He watches quietly as she trails over his arm, the constellations on it shifting ever so slightly to accommodate her touch.
“Hm.” is all he gives in reply to her first few words, though her next question - or questions - forces a laugh out of him. The laugh is quiet, barely audible even - nothing more than a whisper. A silent exhale.
“You seem to know your stars. Or your Aspects. That is good.” he pauses, looking at her in momentary silence - from his part at least - then looks up at the sky. His constellation is still up there, but he isn’t. As long as War lives on in the heavens, he continues to exist. “Yes, I suppose Runeterra knows me as War. I have been called Pantheon as well.” Another pause, and he looks back at her. Or rather in her - to learn about her.
“And you are Taliyah. Of Shurima.”
