[ That comparison makes complete sense and so Sunday nods. It would be a waste of what he's seen of her skills so far when there's truly no comparison to be made. All the more reason to take no offense to the annoyance when he'll just assume that he earned it for that as he files that knowledge away for later.
Whatever musing he was about to slip into is halted at Aglaea's mention of her threads and how she might be able to affect the scene before them as it continues to unfold raucously despite the benefit of distance they now have. That suggestion is a solid one, and it causes the thought of another possibility along those lines to spark in his mind. ]
If you would have no objection, there is a chance I may be able to boost whatever web you weave. Not to the point of it being indestructible but in a way which may give us some additional time should Xipe agree.
[ He sees no reason for that to not be the case now like any of the blessings he's called forth before countless times since surely the Harmony will not object to this. A different kind of providing strength, to be sure, but as a test Sunday closes his eyes and summons the prayer.
And sure enough, there are the chords of the Harmony which call in return with the start to what will follow as he reopens his eyes with a faint smile. ]
[ She inquires, although it does not speak the entirety of her question. The Aeons are still quite unfamiliar to her, although she has been made aware of a small number of them from her time knowing the Trailblazers. If only her station hadn't kept her attention so fixed on her task with the Flame-Chase Journey, she may have had time to exercise a bit more curiosity. Oh well. ]
Interesting that your, [ she hesitates, trying to recall the foreign word, ] Aeon reaches you, even here. Mnestia's coreflame resides within my bosom, and so naturally Their divine authority should go wherever I am. Although... it does beg the question, how Amphoreus now fares without the Chrysalis of Gold at their disposal, as I have taken it with me here. [ A reminder of home and the dire state she left it in. For a moment, Aglaea forgets herself, Sunday, and the wedding Gladiators in the adjacent room as her head tilts, heavy with thought—
And then lifts, returned to the world of the Diadem. ] Forgive me. Please, show me the power which your Xipe bestows upon you, Sunday.
[ His Aeon - a simple association and one way to put it, and yet a way of putting it which might've once made him grimace. There never was any parting from Xipe in the end despite what he'd once believed.
More than that, it is interesting when it's something Sunday has wondered about ever since his arrival. That even though this is not the cosmos he knows or rather they know, somehow these powers granted have not wavered. His tuning remains as easy to reach for after those initial problems he attributed to a cosmic storm.
A worry he's discarded, and one which does not compare to what Aglaea mentions about Amphoreus being without her and the divine authority she carries. Something he cannot help her solve though he feels the weight of it and so he shakes his head as she mentions forgiving her. ]
You do not need any forgiveness for worrying about your home. That is something I understand, to say the least.
[ An understatement, but he will not dwell on it for either of them now. Instead, time to be her BiS partner 🥹
And (hopefully) show that potential as he shuts his eyes again, this time to bring forth those chords to wind them into light which settles over and around Aglaea. A burst of energy, some added speed - whatever she might need to make it safely in and out of the fray. ]
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Whatever musing he was about to slip into is halted at Aglaea's mention of her threads and how she might be able to affect the scene before them as it continues to unfold raucously despite the benefit of distance they now have. That suggestion is a solid one, and it causes the thought of another possibility along those lines to spark in his mind. ]
If you would have no objection, there is a chance I may be able to boost whatever web you weave. Not to the point of it being indestructible but in a way which may give us some additional time should Xipe agree.
[ He sees no reason for that to not be the case now like any of the blessings he's called forth before countless times since surely the Harmony will not object to this. A different kind of providing strength, to be sure, but as a test Sunday closes his eyes and summons the prayer.
And sure enough, there are the chords of the Harmony which call in return with the start to what will follow as he reopens his eyes with a faint smile. ]
When you are ready, then, Miss Aglaea.
[ Time trial it is!! ]
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[ She inquires, although it does not speak the entirety of her question. The Aeons are still quite unfamiliar to her, although she has been made aware of a small number of them from her time knowing the Trailblazers. If only her station hadn't kept her attention so fixed on her task with the Flame-Chase Journey, she may have had time to exercise a bit more curiosity. Oh well. ]
Interesting that your, [ she hesitates, trying to recall the foreign word, ] Aeon reaches you, even here. Mnestia's coreflame resides within my bosom, and so naturally Their divine authority should go wherever I am. Although... it does beg the question, how Amphoreus now fares without the Chrysalis of Gold at their disposal, as I have taken it with me here. [ A reminder of home and the dire state she left it in. For a moment, Aglaea forgets herself, Sunday, and the wedding Gladiators in the adjacent room as her head tilts, heavy with thought—
And then lifts, returned to the world of the Diadem. ] Forgive me. Please, show me the power which your Xipe bestows upon you, Sunday.
[ Her BiS partner, 😭 ]
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More than that, it is interesting when it's something Sunday has wondered about ever since his arrival. That even though this is not the cosmos he knows or rather they know, somehow these powers granted have not wavered. His tuning remains as easy to reach for after those initial problems he attributed to a cosmic storm.
A worry he's discarded, and one which does not compare to what Aglaea mentions about Amphoreus being without her and the divine authority she carries. Something he cannot help her solve though he feels the weight of it and so he shakes his head as she mentions forgiving her. ]
You do not need any forgiveness for worrying about your home. That is something I understand, to say the least.
[ An understatement, but he will not dwell on it for either of them now. Instead, time to be her BiS partner 🥹
And (hopefully) show that potential as he shuts his eyes again, this time to bring forth those chords to wind them into light which settles over and around Aglaea. A burst of energy, some added speed - whatever she might need to make it safely in and out of the fray. ]