Gale patiently allows Reficul up onto his shoulder, standing slowly so as not to unbalance him -- one hand lifted gently to be sure. Even if there is no magical aura to soothe him, the familiarity of a creature settling onto him is comforting all the same.
"Not a power," he corrects, then hesitates. A frown of unease pulls at his features.
"I'm not sure about you, but much of the early years we spent in the Singularity's version of the future are... hazy for me. Likely as not because they weren't real."
He offers a wincing smile, presses on.
"Consequently, I cannot quite be certain if I ever told you about this."
He carefully moves his hand away from the leoslyph to gesture at himself. At his face, down his neck and towards the lines of his robe where the dark pattern vanish.
"Not an aesthetic choice, I'm afraid."
At a surface glance, of course, it may look that way. A tattoo, perhaps, a design trailing over his chest and up to his face. Not that Gale has ever given off the impression of someone interested in tattoos, but it could well have been a hidden depth.
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Date: 2024-06-16 05:01 pm (UTC)"Not a power," he corrects, then hesitates. A frown of unease pulls at his features.
"I'm not sure about you, but much of the early years we spent in the Singularity's version of the future are... hazy for me. Likely as not because they weren't real."
He offers a wincing smile, presses on.
"Consequently, I cannot quite be certain if I ever told you about this."
He carefully moves his hand away from the leoslyph to gesture at himself. At his face, down his neck and towards the lines of his robe where the dark pattern vanish.
"Not an aesthetic choice, I'm afraid."
At a surface glance, of course, it may look that way. A tattoo, perhaps, a design trailing over his chest and up to his face. Not that Gale has ever given off the impression of someone interested in tattoos, but it could well have been a hidden depth.