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A Cavalreaper's badge... With a different kind of gentleness than he's normally used before, Darkleer wraps his hands around Summoner's and takes the badge from him. "Yes. It is perfect, thank you." Small but significant.. It really is perfect.

Finally stepping away and feeling almost shy, he makes a move as if to tuck away the badge in his sylladex for later before pausing. Bashfully, he glances back up at Summoner. If they really are going to try something like this, then the other deserves to know about this.

"It's... just a part of a small tradition we have in the Archeradicators. Keeping mementos."

The smile in response to Darkleer's words would be the smile a puppy would give it's owner, "I did good right?" kind of expression, eyes a bit wide and corners of his mouth up turned. He doesn't mentally question why Darkleer asked for something, Summoner wouldn't have known if it was a matesprits thing or something Archeradicators did. But he does wonder about it after Darkleer brings it up, standing back himself with his hands at his hips.

"I don't really need y-you to explain, uh, why. But that's interesting. I never really learned anything about that stuff when I was still in the ranks. Got my uniform, badge, then the wings came in and I kinda just flew the coop." A nervous laugh and a half shrug as he looks away.

"As for possessions, sorry I didn't um... anything more precious. I don't really have a lot to begin with?" Most of his love was poured into the beasts he had follow him through all his sweeps, and he very well couldn't give Darkleer one of them. Even if he had the mind to, none of them were here, not even Tripps. Summoner glances up to Darkleer with a small smile again.

"Why?" Pause. "I uh, I mean why do you keep, um, mementos, is what I meant to have said."

"It is not something we generally tell others who are among the ranks of others," is the reply, said so very simply. Staring down at the badge, Darkleer ghosts his thumb across its surface, not quite touching. It's a very fond touch, in all honesty.

Why keep them... Darkleer doesn't answer that right away. Instead, he moves on to a different tree, sinking down onto crossed legs with his back against the wood. He's still studying the badge, in no apparent rush.

"When I was still being taught," he finally says quietly, "my teacher told me that an Archeradicator could rely on no one quite like they could rely on one of their own. We were to be a united group. If one attempted to harm one of our own, they had to go against the rest as well. Whatever squabbles we had amongst ourselves was irrelevant. There was still the fact that we were expected to sacrifice our lives for one another, if need be."

A deep sigh and a shake of his head. "Alternia... is not an easy place to survive in, let alone live. We needed to rely on one another. For the dedication given to me, it is only proper to honor them in my memories."

"But some, like myself, also wish to honor those who would bless me with their company and intimacy."

There's a pause and the sound of wings flapping as Dural reappears, settling onto his shoulder heavily. He looks up to her, and strokes her chest with the back of his fingers.

"...And I like to remember that there were others in my life. I do not want to forget them, and a physical reminder helps with this."

"That makes sense. I never was really, uh, a part of anything, I mean. I was a part of the cavalreapers, but we didn't act so close, it was much more of a respectful competition. Since a majority of our training was, uh, well, well against eachother. jousts and what not." He scratches the back of his head, not following Darkleer, staying where he is. Still nervous, still unsure about how to really act around him right now.

"I think I, uh, never really learned the value of close ties through my time spent under cavalreaper law, most of that I learned due to my commune ability." His mind wanders a bit and his expression seem to get a great deal calmer as he looks away, closing his eyes.

"I think my time on Alternia was easy compared to most. Beasts don't necessarily share the same rankings that trolls do, maybe their influence helped me gain such a mindset, though bull headed as I uh, tend to be sometimes, heh." A small nod to Dural as she accompanies them again, looking to Darkleer now, still standing himself and leaning against the tree behind him, hands against the small of his back.

"Oh... Well, I think, that reason alone is a good one. Just wanting to have items as memories. Though, uh, I'm pretty partial to the ones in my head, heh."

"It is fortunate for you, then." Darkleer gives a weak smile towards Summoner. For once, he keeps his tact in place and doesn't mention that he needs to keeps such things because if not for them, with his long life... He would no doubt forget the people who have been in his life.

"So... I see your SOS was not too serious if you were able to come here." Deciding to slip to another topic, he decides on that one. "Should I ask what happened that would make you send such a thing out?"

That is something lowbloods will never really have to deal with, forgetting such things. Summoner has yet to realize that for himself, but for now he'll just take that smile and return one of his own.

"Oh." The orange flush is back. He opens a hand and takes his triforce earrings out, putting either of them on. His horns shrink to their smaller size and he shrugs slightly, letting out a nervous laugh as he points to either ear.

"I uh, forgot these and I kinda... Got. Stuck." Pause.

"Er, you know."

"Stuck."

Just that simple word as Darkleer stares over at him, an eyebrow quirked. Then he raises his hand to cough into it... although maybe the way his eyes crinkle a bit at the corners hints that a cough is the least of his worries.

"I see."

Yeah, covering his face with his hands now.

"Ugh."

Edited 2012-02-22 00:54 (UTC)

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