[A touch wistful, that. He wasn't sure he'd still be alive to see it, to be there, and he accepted that much ... but he could still imagine.]
But even we must have something worth looking to the stars for, don't you think? To have dreams outside our reach, mayhap even outside our lifetimes, long after the star is made right and Lord Zodiark's peace embraced by all. Eventually we must turn outwards.
[And bring their God with them, to star after star, extending the shadow of His greatness across the galaxy. He doesn't say it - it's basic, an unstated obviousness. His hands still for a moment, silence following, before he shakes his head, a rattle of tiny nearly unseen ornaments on his horns following the gesture.]
I do not think it will be part of my future. Dragons do not last that long. But I will not release those dreams so easily. If we have naught to look forward to, then all we can do is look back, and that's a terrible way to rebuild a civilization.
[A slight slip of a clawtip sends a tiny spring cartwheeling across the table. He watches it for a long moment before simply fetching a different one and replacing it.]
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[A touch wistful, that. He wasn't sure he'd still be alive to see it, to be there, and he accepted that much ... but he could still imagine.]
But even we must have something worth looking to the stars for, don't you think? To have dreams outside our reach, mayhap even outside our lifetimes, long after the star is made right and Lord Zodiark's peace embraced by all. Eventually we must turn outwards.
[And bring their God with them, to star after star, extending the shadow of His greatness across the galaxy. He doesn't say it - it's basic, an unstated obviousness. His hands still for a moment, silence following, before he shakes his head, a rattle of tiny nearly unseen ornaments on his horns following the gesture.]
I do not think it will be part of my future. Dragons do not last that long. But I will not release those dreams so easily. If we have naught to look forward to, then all we can do is look back, and that's a terrible way to rebuild a civilization.
[A slight slip of a clawtip sends a tiny spring cartwheeling across the table. He watches it for a long moment before simply fetching a different one and replacing it.]