Ah, it seems like some of you, have been rather generous with my askbox, my friends, and I really thank you for that-
-and I sincerely apologize for not being able to answer to your queries right away, but I happen to be rather tied up at the moment with some other compromises. I am definitely not thinking about any city in particular, but I will just mention that this place I am thinking of is a rather large one and happens to have some organizational trouble as of late, and they need my presence in there.
Anyways! Thank you all for the sweet messages, comments and the questions. I promise to answer to them as soon as I am able to find a new com-sphere, which will be, probably, tomorrow -when I get back to Besaid. Oh, and guests will be welcomed too, as soon as I am home.
Again, thank you all for your patience and the messages. I will be back to you all in no time.
Smiling, he nodded to the man. “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Sir Braska. The only impression I got was that you seem a bit…off, but you still seem very kind, and I can say everyone I know is strange in their own way.”
"The pleasure is mine, Leon. And I cannot blame you for thinking that first thing; If anything, you will get to have some rather fun times watching me make a fool of myself, that I can promise you, my friend"
I do not have favourites, Anonymous. Every Aeon is a dear ally and friend, they are equally valuable and strong.
Bahamut is particularly amazing, though.
Blue or green.
Red is a nice colour, too.
…and yellow, orange is rather nice, uhjum.
And neon colours are intriguing, just like pastels.
"He does actually, two of them. He was adopted by my parents with another boy, and I’m the eldest. We also have a younger sister, related to me by blood. My name is Leon, by the way."
"Sorry, I was not aware of that -or I just didn’t remember; Chances are that Firion told me about that but I forgot about it"
The man nods, then smiles.
"Leon. It is a pleasure to meet you; I am Braska, a Spiran Summoner. I am sorry for the rather strange first impression I may have gave you”
It is a good thing to remember that you were part of this… what sort of religion was it? Don’t you call everyone son there?
Yevon? No, my son, I am afraid that Yevon is an almost-dead doctrine as of now and I am no longer a part of it. And, no, we do not-
-it is just an old man’s thing.
You seem to undererstimate the strength of your jaw, Braska…
Do whatever you want with all this fatherly love! But I will never start calling you my father.
I managed to accomplish great things on my pilgrimage, I think I will be able to endure this.
Don’t worry, that is completely fine. You don’t have to do so if you do not feel like it, that won’t make me love you any less, my son.
(This guy is weird… Is he even safe?)
"Excuse me…y-you know my brother Firion, correct?"
"Why, good afternoon! Yes, I do-"
He pauses, analizing the other’s words, then looks at him with a rather disbelieving look.
"Firion has brothers? Pardon me, I wasn’t aware of that"