[G'raha is beaming as he opens the door to his room, the Elezen instantly recognizable. It's a relief to know he's not the only one from Etheirys, here, even if it does leaving him burning with questions.]
Please, come in, get yourself settled—
[Just ignore the piles of books he hasn't finished sorting yet...]
[The piles of books are completely ignored for a variety of reasons, chief among them being G'raha himself. Urianger claps his hands on the miqo'te's shoulders as if he's trying to make sure he's not just imagining things. It sure is a lot more emotion than Urianger's used to showing, but he's just that surprised by this turn of events.]
What exactly hath happened? Dost thou recall the catalyst for thine arrival?
[Also how does it feel to have this happen to you this time--no, he's not thinking that.]
[Listen, if Urianger did say that it's not even like G'raha could be offended because he knows he fucked that up incredibly badly... It's deserved...
But it will go unsaid, G'raha patting the Elezen's arm in surprise. He hasn't asked anyone, yet, how long they've been here, so he wonders if it's like being on the first, where years have already passed...]
I was at the Annex with Krile, going over old reports from the Students, when suddenly my vision began swimming... I recall a voice I didn't recognize, telling me "it's up to you now", and then the world went dark.
[And the next thing he new, he was in front of an imaginary Syrcus Tower with five strangers hovering around him.]
It was unlike the Calling, however. It felt more like... the torch was being passed on to me.
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Urianger!
[G'raha is beaming as he opens the door to his room, the Elezen instantly recognizable. It's a relief to know he's not the only one from Etheirys, here, even if it does leaving him burning with questions.]
Please, come in, get yourself settled—
[Just ignore the piles of books he hasn't finished sorting yet...]
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By the Twelve, G'raha. 'Tis truly thee!
[The piles of books are completely ignored for a variety of reasons, chief among them being G'raha himself. Urianger claps his hands on the miqo'te's shoulders as if he's trying to make sure he's not just imagining things. It sure is a lot more emotion than Urianger's used to showing, but he's just that surprised by this turn of events.]
What exactly hath happened? Dost thou recall the catalyst for thine arrival?
[Also how does it feel to have this happen to you this time--no, he's not thinking that.]
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But it will go unsaid, G'raha patting the Elezen's arm in surprise. He hasn't asked anyone, yet, how long they've been here, so he wonders if it's like being on the first, where years have already passed...]
I was at the Annex with Krile, going over old reports from the Students, when suddenly my vision began swimming... I recall a voice I didn't recognize, telling me "it's up to you now", and then the world went dark.
[And the next thing he new, he was in front of an imaginary Syrcus Tower with five strangers hovering around him.]
It was unlike the Calling, however. It felt more like... the torch was being passed on to me.