Again, Lucian nods. News of the death of the person that she spoke of had spread, seeing as how there were only a handful of them Grove residents in the first place — he already had an inkling of who Ydallir might be talking about, in addition to the recent situation, but her next response confirms it.
"...I understand. I'm sorry for your loss," he said, his voice falling quietly like the trickle of a stream. He didn't know Wolfwood well, but he'd spoken to him before...everything starts. And certainly, one death is too many, even if he'd return like the two others the Trader had mentioned.
The conversation kept him distracted for long enough that he didn't pay too much attention to the necklace in her hands, but in the aftermath of his words, after they both fell quiet for a moment, Lucian glanced at it. It was true that he cannot see the portrait inside it, but a certain feeling grasped his heart nevertheless, clenches it, not unlike a premonition.
But he said nothing about it, not wanting to meddle in Ydallir's personal affair; even so, he gave her a respectful, acknowledging glance.
"...I see. Then, if I understood correctly, I need a living person, and...a vessel, a container. To store the flowers properly and to spread the magic," He is no caster, as he'd told Gnosis back then, during the time of the silver mirrors. He doesn't understand how it works. But he does understand following orders and instructions as much as giving them to another, and once again, Lucian nods. "Then please give me some red gladiolus, if you have them."
Love and strength that endures. He thought it would be suitable, instead of the white roses that was often used for traditional Victorian funerals. Unexpectedly, he speaks again, his voice a quiet whisper.
"...And that you'd do the same for me, if...the same thing happens to me." It wasn't another favour that he was asking of her, merely a very human desire: to be mourned after I was gone.
[ ooc: The shovel is handwaved and accepted after the quest, then. Thank you! ]
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"...I understand. I'm sorry for your loss," he said, his voice falling quietly like the trickle of a stream. He didn't know Wolfwood well, but he'd spoken to him before...everything starts. And certainly, one death is too many, even if he'd return like the two others the Trader had mentioned.
The conversation kept him distracted for long enough that he didn't pay too much attention to the necklace in her hands, but in the aftermath of his words, after they both fell quiet for a moment, Lucian glanced at it. It was true that he cannot see the portrait inside it, but a certain feeling grasped his heart nevertheless, clenches it, not unlike a premonition.
But he said nothing about it, not wanting to meddle in Ydallir's personal affair; even so, he gave her a respectful, acknowledging glance.
"...I see. Then, if I understood correctly, I need a living person, and...a vessel, a container. To store the flowers properly and to spread the magic," He is no caster, as he'd told Gnosis back then, during the time of the silver mirrors. He doesn't understand how it works. But he does understand following orders and instructions as much as giving them to another, and once again, Lucian nods. "Then please give me some red gladiolus, if you have them."
Love and strength that endures. He thought it would be suitable, instead of the white roses that was often used for traditional Victorian funerals. Unexpectedly, he speaks again, his voice a quiet whisper.
"...And that you'd do the same for me, if...the same thing happens to me." It wasn't another favour that he was asking of her, merely a very human desire: to be mourned after I was gone.
[ ooc: The shovel is handwaved and accepted after the quest, then. Thank you! ]