[If there is a quality one cannot deny Joscelaint "you know, the one who sorta looks like a tree?" Grimpevers possesses, it's his ability to roll with the punches, finely tuned after years of Warrior of Light business and the occasional bout of Hildibrand babysitting.
At least, that's what it looks like on the surface. Although he so far hasn't voiced it - hasn't voiced much of anything, to be perfectly fair - he can't help but feel the dragon of anxiety's ever increasing grip around his heart. It's been some years since he thought himself completely unfit to bear the title of Warrior of Light, but in light of the current situation the feelings of inadequacy he thought he'd finally left behind are suddenly rearing their ugly head again.
Maybe Narengawa was meant to be the true Warrior of Light all along. Maybe, though the Scions remember him - remember both of them - his existence is an aberration that must needs be excised from the timeline. Maybe Ern and his other friends aren't actually off on some other business, as he was told by a slightly confused Tataru who also remembered names and faces associated with the Au Ra woman, but rather gone, their lives completely different in this alternate world.
Or maybe he's overthinking, his eyes having completely glazed over the same two lines of a book for what now feels like eons. He puts the book down on the nearby desk and sighs wearily, allowing himself this little show of frustration in the currently deserted side room. Although the Rising Stones are blessedly empty right now, it wasn't the case two bells ago when he'd needed to be alone with his thoughts, and so he'd naturally retreated to the Dawn's Respite to do just that.
Well. Perhaps a drink would take some of the edge off the wild beating of his heart. Joss isn't the type to drown his sorrows, but it doesn't mean he shouldn't be allowed a glass or two in these trying times.
When he opens the door to the main room, all he catches is Naren's hesitant question, and the thumping of a dog's tail on the - by the Fury, what happened to the counter?!
He advances, his steps surprisingly silent for a man of his size. Maybe Naren sees him. Maybe she doesn't. Either way, he slides behind her to take a look at the unknown creature, his gaze meeting the dog's as if he were trying to detect a hint of Alphinaud in it. He's fairly sure the teen had not been a dog when he'd retired to a quieter room a few bells before. Does Naren have any reason to think it's him? Have others been turned into dogs? And if that's the case, the most important question: who let them out???]
Dogmatic...
[Out of the myriad possibilities, this is the only thing Joss's ever multi-track drifting train of thought can come up with.]
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At least, that's what it looks like on the surface. Although he so far hasn't voiced it - hasn't voiced much of anything, to be perfectly fair - he can't help but feel the dragon of anxiety's ever increasing grip around his heart. It's been some years since he thought himself completely unfit to bear the title of Warrior of Light, but in light of the current situation the feelings of inadequacy he thought he'd finally left behind are suddenly rearing their ugly head again.
Maybe Narengawa was meant to be the true Warrior of Light all along. Maybe, though the Scions remember him - remember both of them - his existence is an aberration that must needs be excised from the timeline. Maybe Ern and his other friends aren't actually off on some other business, as he was told by a slightly confused Tataru who also remembered names and faces associated with the Au Ra woman, but rather gone, their lives completely different in this alternate world.
Or maybe he's overthinking, his eyes having completely glazed over the same two lines of a book for what now feels like eons. He puts the book down on the nearby desk and sighs wearily, allowing himself this little show of frustration in the currently deserted side room. Although the Rising Stones are blessedly empty right now, it wasn't the case two bells ago when he'd needed to be alone with his thoughts, and so he'd naturally retreated to the Dawn's Respite to do just that.
Well. Perhaps a drink would take some of the edge off the wild beating of his heart. Joss isn't the type to drown his sorrows, but it doesn't mean he shouldn't be allowed a glass or two in these trying times.
When he opens the door to the main room, all he catches is Naren's hesitant question, and the thumping of a dog's tail on the - by the Fury, what happened to the counter?!
He advances, his steps surprisingly silent for a man of his size. Maybe Naren sees him. Maybe she doesn't. Either way, he slides behind her to take a look at the unknown creature, his gaze meeting the dog's as if he were trying to detect a hint of Alphinaud in it. He's fairly sure the teen had not been a dog when he'd retired to a quieter room a few bells before. Does Naren have any reason to think it's him? Have others been turned into dogs? And if that's the case, the most important question: who let them out???]
Dogmatic...
[Out of the myriad possibilities, this is the only thing Joss's ever multi-track drifting train of thought can come up with.]