[He looked down at what he was writing currently. Unfinished, and.... a bit too personal to be sharing with the human. Tales of old friends, of his culture from the perspective of his wild youth. Not something he really wanted getting out to the human who would no doubt enjoy it too much.]
Not this one.
[He rifled through his notes until he finds one he felt was more suitable for sharing, and offers it to the human. A simple description of the Temple of Mythal as he had left it. At first it would look like little more than fancy squiggly gibberish written in pretty green ink, but the meaning would start to sort itself out and images would play through Rhys' mind as though he were recalling a memory.
It is a memory of an ancient temple, there is a bittersweet sense of familiarity with it, it is both a comfort and a reminder of what once was. There is an undeniable beauty to the place, even if it was little more than a ruin. Some of its wealth remained intact after millennia. And it ended with the greatest treasure of the Temple, while it wouldn't look impressive at first glance, the feeling surrounding it was conveyed through the memory. There was a hunger to it, and being from Abelas' perspective, whispers could be heard at the back of Rhys' mind. It would sound like nonsense to him, but the meaning was translated, an understand of what the odd pool was. The power it held within it, and the unyielding compulsion to protect it. The memory ends with a wrenching sense of loss.]
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Not this one.
[He rifled through his notes until he finds one he felt was more suitable for sharing, and offers it to the human. A simple description of the Temple of Mythal as he had left it. At first it would look like little more than fancy squiggly gibberish written in pretty green ink, but the meaning would start to sort itself out and images would play through Rhys' mind as though he were recalling a memory.
It is a memory of an ancient temple, there is a bittersweet sense of familiarity with it, it is both a comfort and a reminder of what once was. There is an undeniable beauty to the place, even if it was little more than a ruin. Some of its wealth remained intact after millennia. And it ended with the greatest treasure of the Temple, while it wouldn't look impressive at first glance, the feeling surrounding it was conveyed through the memory. There was a hunger to it, and being from Abelas' perspective, whispers could be heard at the back of Rhys' mind. It would sound like nonsense to him, but the meaning was translated, an understand of what the odd pool was. The power it held within it, and the unyielding compulsion to protect it. The memory ends with a wrenching sense of loss.]