[Alphinaud's gentle patience and unspoken eagerness are familiar and comforting to Amal, who feels as if he's been drifting for so long he's forgotten what land looks like. It's only recently that he's begun to be grounded and even that is a process. The fight against Meteion had taken so much out of him. Out of all of them, really.]
I—yeah, of course. You're right. [His smile grows a bit sheepish.] It's so much of a tall tale... I hope you'll forgive the strangeness of it.
[He folds one hand around the iced chai.]
A very long time ago, but maybe not as long as you'd think, a boy barely a man left his country. He had help, of course—someone took pity on him and his situation and stowed him aboard a boat bound for somewhere far across the sea. And when the man got there, he struggled... but it was a good kind of struggle for a time, much better than begging for table scraps and stealing the nobles' coin.
This helpful man's deeds did not go unnoticed. He got the attention of some like-minded people. These people were called the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, and they worked for no country and no man but themselves—or at least, that was the hope... all so that they could toil for the betterment of man, and solve problems that were bigger than one people or one nation. The man was hesitant to commit to anything, as he didn't much appreciate fame or attention, but he could do so much good...
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I—yeah, of course. You're right. [His smile grows a bit sheepish.] It's so much of a tall tale... I hope you'll forgive the strangeness of it.
[He folds one hand around the iced chai.]
A very long time ago, but maybe not as long as you'd think, a boy barely a man left his country. He had help, of course—someone took pity on him and his situation and stowed him aboard a boat bound for somewhere far across the sea. And when the man got there, he struggled... but it was a good kind of struggle for a time, much better than begging for table scraps and stealing the nobles' coin.
This helpful man's deeds did not go unnoticed. He got the attention of some like-minded people. These people were called the Scions of the Seventh Dawn, and they worked for no country and no man but themselves—or at least, that was the hope... all so that they could toil for the betterment of man, and solve problems that were bigger than one people or one nation. The man was hesitant to commit to anything, as he didn't much appreciate fame or attention, but he could do so much good...
[He pauses.]