"I was thinking about how the stars were tonight. You have taught me much despite being a mere guest in our lands."
He raises his hand, sands pouring between his cusp.
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โ I was just passing by. Do not be fooled. โ
Eyes rolling, this 'emperor pride' is becoming harder and harder to tolerate.
โ What do you need? โ
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So can one say it did, in fact, work? The celestial was certainly not there when he first gazed.
"Can you say the sands have shifted to my favorite, or rather, the stars?"
When the hug ends, Azir would offer the gentlest look he could muster.
"I thank you, not on behalf of Shurima, but on my name. Your contributions are something I value deeply. Thank you, Renekton." Another moment to embrace his teacher, his mentor, his friend.
It astounded him to think that the cosmic being that spoke so nonchalantly was capable of uttering such hate.
But it helped him see the dragon as far more than just a divine, immaculate work of art.
" You flatter me with words, forger. I believe actions speak far louder than words could hope to. Empty promises are what people see my word as, so I must prove to them I am far greater. " The avian would listen to Aurelion speak of Targon with such venom lacing each syllable.
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โ You already control an aspect of nature. The way sand bends to your will, the power of restoration.... no other ascended could ever achieve such a thing. โ
Sweet talk goes smoothly, even his eyes softened after his musings.
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โ I am not with the 'Tar-goons. โ
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