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While Erich always felt a few steps behind compared to his connationals, his aether as thin as paper, he started to count his weak nature as a blessing. The man had been forced to leave the Pandaemonium with the rest of his colleagues after putting most of the residents in a forced stasis and…. Well, he was one of the few people that was now allowed to help.


His lack of Aether made it safe-ish for him to travel between different shelters where people were trying to survive, either transporting supplies or news, and most of the creatures roaming the city seemed scarcely interested in him, when they could detect his presence at all. Little magicks, little powers, and lots of things to carry around, that was his life now.

Not that he could complain, quite the contrary, at least he could be useful…

 

Life wasn’t easy, not when his aetherial shackles, the only ‘weapon’ Erichthonios possessed, were pretty much useless against the monsters and when he had to see their little bastions of civilization fall one by one as people lost controls of their demons and they manifested in large rooms full of people. The only consolation? He knew death wasn’t the end, it was merely one of the many steps in the cycle of reincarnation- those who fell were eventually going to return to the star and to a more peaceful world… right?

 

It didn’t matter as he pressed on, his faith in the convocation members total as he awaited their intervention. Erich’s father, Lahabrea, already told him about this ‘Dynamis’ thing, even if he was incredibly vague about it, and he caught wind of a ‘possible solution’, so it was just a matter of holding the fort until things were better, right?

 

The warder let out a sigh and, after trying to help as he could in the small hideout, moved to a more isolated area to take a deep breath. That was his assigned spot for the night and, well, he didn’t feel like spending his time cramped in a limited space with countless other people. Now he just needed to wait for orders for the day after and… rest.

 

Hopefully there weren't going to be more bad news for the rest of the night.

Date: 2023-02-19 07:21 pm (UTC)From: [personal profile] consecrations
consecrations: (🌕⋮❛ 011)
"... Hold, Erichthonios."

Breaking from how he takes silent pleasure in the Warder's review of his creation - there's a playfulness in his smile despite the demand in his tone; had this been anyone else, you'd think he would have the airs of command from his role. But this is Erichthonios, and when they are alone like this there is no need for such a position; just enough strength that his friend would know he's serious, despite the sparkle in his eyes. (And he's intuitive, so he can easily guess where the concern comes from - but there's no room for that. Not today.)

"How, exactly, do you think I might protect you should we be separated by different mounts?" His hand traces the ripples of metal upon the creature's neck, running down to the saddle where he tugs at the dressings, as if to perfect the work he holds such pride in. "I am confident in my abilities to keep us safe, but understand that the situation could change at any moment... thus, do you think it efficient for us to be on separate beasts?"

It seems Elidibus has already made up his mind; even amidst their conversation, he's already moving to climb atop his steed. Despite his smaller stature he expertly finds foothold in the stirrups and hoists himself - as he's done surely countless times before with how comfortably he comes to rest in the saddle, righting himself. But then he scoots a little bit forward, balancing a bit precariously towards the front, before he angles his body just slightly towards Erichthonios. His hands collect neatly against the reigns, not yet picking them up as his attention glues itself back to his company.

A sort of 'I'm not taking no for an answer' look.

"Rather, I think this is the best course to ensure you stay close at all times. Unless you have another concern?"

He's already made enough room on the saddle that Erichthonios should fit... if they get cozy, anyway there's no other way about it. Slightly his brow rises, as if offering a challenge to rebuke him. Seeming to have no concern whatsoever about the closeness such a position will force... so long as it's Erichthonios, it's fine.

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