Iliril of the Chant
There were a number of things that Iliril expected the man to include with his introduction. Things like Don't you know who I am? or I don't see why that's any of your business. Something along those lines which would have made it easier for him to not care and go away as quickly as possible.
High Mage had been an idea in the back of his mind, but in the same way that you'd look into a dusty corner and think that maybe there was a spider there. But definitely, he never thought he would hear High Mage and Enelen in the same sentence, in that same order. Without some kind of pause. He actually had to take a few seconds to scrutinize that. No, it was all in the same breath, Iliril was sure.
Enelen wasn't a common name. Everything was just coming together in the most laughable way and the worst thing about it was that this was the most logical conclusion he could come up with. The universe was proving that it had a sense of humor because now Iliril had the pleasure of meeting the same person twice, in a world where meeting even one other mage would have been a miracle.
Somehow, Iliril couldn't bring himself to feel as blessed as he should have been according to the statistics.
So the boy looked up at High Mage Enelen and said, very matter of factly, "Oh," before going straight back to staring. He was finding, however, that really wasn't much else to stare at because this was the most ridiculous situation he had ever been in in his entire life and he just really wanted to punch something because it made no fucking sense. What the actual fuck.
Somehow, though, the main thought going through his head was Actual Enelen's been holding back on me. Because as far as Iliril was concerned, the first Enelen had met was the real one and this one was, was fuck who even knew. He liked the younger one more. Absolutely. No doubts about it.
Iliril cleared his throat and rose, too, so he didn't have to keep looking up. "Y-yeah, w-we've alr-read-dy m-met." At the very least, that managed to come out calmly enough.
Admittedly, it was kind of distressing to find that this Enelen was a bit taller than him. That meant he was forced to regularly make eye contact with him and doing so gave him strange pangs of fear that wanted to come out as nervous laughter. He bit down on his lip a few times as the urge to giggle incredulously came up but didn't quite succeed in that.
Wincing a bit, he gave a weak smile to the High Mage, saying, "Exc-cuse m-me f-for a m-mom-ment." Then, turning away, he covered his face in his hands and promptly gave into a laughing fit.
He had no idea what he was supposed to do.
Also, it was all Enelen's fault.
There were a number of things that Iliril expected the man to include with his introduction. Things like Don't you know who I am? or I don't see why that's any of your business. Something along those lines which would have made it easier for him to not care and go away as quickly as possible.
High Mage had been an idea in the back of his mind, but in the same way that you'd look into a dusty corner and think that maybe there was a spider there. But definitely, he never thought he would hear High Mage and Enelen in the same sentence, in that same order. Without some kind of pause. He actually had to take a few seconds to scrutinize that. No, it was all in the same breath, Iliril was sure.
Enelen wasn't a common name. Everything was just coming together in the most laughable way and the worst thing about it was that this was the most logical conclusion he could come up with. The universe was proving that it had a sense of humor because now Iliril had the pleasure of meeting the same person twice, in a world where meeting even one other mage would have been a miracle.
Somehow, Iliril couldn't bring himself to feel as blessed as he should have been according to the statistics.
So the boy looked up at High Mage Enelen and said, very matter of factly, "Oh," before going straight back to staring. He was finding, however, that really wasn't much else to stare at because this was the most ridiculous situation he had ever been in in his entire life and he just really wanted to punch something because it made no fucking sense. What the actual fuck.
Somehow, though, the main thought going through his head was Actual Enelen's been holding back on me. Because as far as Iliril was concerned, the first Enelen had met was the real one and this one was, was fuck who even knew. He liked the younger one more. Absolutely. No doubts about it.
Iliril cleared his throat and rose, too, so he didn't have to keep looking up. "Y-yeah, w-we've alr-read-dy m-met." At the very least, that managed to come out calmly enough.
Admittedly, it was kind of distressing to find that this Enelen was a bit taller than him. That meant he was forced to regularly make eye contact with him and doing so gave him strange pangs of fear that wanted to come out as nervous laughter. He bit down on his lip a few times as the urge to giggle incredulously came up but didn't quite succeed in that.
Wincing a bit, he gave a weak smile to the High Mage, saying, "Exc-cuse m-me f-for a m-mom-ment." Then, turning away, he covered his face in his hands and promptly gave into a laughing fit.
He had no idea what he was supposed to do.
Also, it was all Enelen's fault.
