[Once again, he's nearly compelled to ask, are you frightened?, and of what, of who. But it couldn't be of himself. Kida, he would guess, feels many things about him, but fear... no, it wasn't fear, at least not in the traditional sense. One who was fearful, like a mouse, would not have wielded a spear in his face. Would not have approached Pearl as she did. Would not have followed him inside and would not speak as she does now, almost bold in her own invitation.
Slipping his Epic away in yet another pocket of indeterminable space, Gilgamesh beckons to Shishi and folds his arms. He truly looks a figure of majesty, the King alongside his faithful pet, wearing that ever present invisible crown. He considers her for a time and then simply says:]
When you are ready.
[Which could mean many things, or nothing at all. The King's whims came and fled with the wind. But there's a hint of a smile in his tone even if it doesn't show in his face, a mild lilt in his voice that suggests that as she has softened towards him, he has come to see her in a slightly fonder light.]
When you are finished with one book, you may ask for another. When you have finished a few more, when I know you will not lose yourself within the depths of my Gate and when we have come to a better understanding, I may allow you to spend time here as you please.
[Gilgamesh has not lost his sense of ego, however. He lifts his head, brows arching.]
I grant this with the expectation of mutual respect. Do not mistake this for an act of compassion; I am simply sharing knowledge with a fellow ruler.
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Slipping his Epic away in yet another pocket of indeterminable space, Gilgamesh beckons to Shishi and folds his arms. He truly looks a figure of majesty, the King alongside his faithful pet, wearing that ever present invisible crown. He considers her for a time and then simply says:]
When you are ready.
[Which could mean many things, or nothing at all. The King's whims came and fled with the wind. But there's a hint of a smile in his tone even if it doesn't show in his face, a mild lilt in his voice that suggests that as she has softened towards him, he has come to see her in a slightly fonder light.]
When you are finished with one book, you may ask for another. When you have finished a few more, when I know you will not lose yourself within the depths of my Gate and when we have come to a better understanding, I may allow you to spend time here as you please.
[Gilgamesh has not lost his sense of ego, however. He lifts his head, brows arching.]
I grant this with the expectation of mutual respect. Do not mistake this for an act of compassion; I am simply sharing knowledge with a fellow ruler.