That request is equivalent to the single load-bearing pebble holding back a flood finally being forced free, the torrent of water bursting forth unmitigated, uncontrolled. That he worked all week on it is so touching and does nothing to stop Emet-Selch as he touches each part again, fixing the inaccuracies with fussy aetheric manipulation.
Look, it was very charming, but he thinks Byleth deserves dignity, and there wasn't anything dignified about that robe! It was the clothing equivalent to a child's drawing, and the initial surprise of it has already served its purpose! He still loves that Byleth made it, that Byleth would embrace his culture in such a way, even if it was making a shoddy version of their traditional garb.
That any would show interest in his people and the world he loves means more to him than he cares to say.
"Considering what you were working with, likely memory alone, I would say you did rather well. Particularly if you are not much of a seamster ordinarily." The way he speaks, there's an ease to his voice that isn't normally there. A lightness which seems almost uncharacteristic. Does he sound...happy?
"But come, as much as it is riveting to stand in your front lawn, this is hardly the place for our outing. I trust you know how to ride a mount, yes?" With the question asked, he looks to Grani to emphasize it. The intimidating creature's dimly glowing white, pupilless eyes stare directly at Byleth. It's hard to tell if that stare is merely curiosity, or a challenge, but besides the deep and measured breaths it takes, it is silent.
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That request is equivalent to the single load-bearing pebble holding back a flood finally being forced free, the torrent of water bursting forth unmitigated, uncontrolled. That he worked all week on it is so touching and does nothing to stop Emet-Selch as he touches each part again, fixing the inaccuracies with fussy aetheric manipulation.
Look, it was very charming, but he thinks Byleth deserves dignity, and there wasn't anything dignified about that robe! It was the clothing equivalent to a child's drawing, and the initial surprise of it has already served its purpose! He still loves that Byleth made it, that Byleth would embrace his culture in such a way, even if it was making a shoddy version of their traditional garb.
That any would show interest in his people and the world he loves means more to him than he cares to say.
"Considering what you were working with, likely memory alone, I would say you did rather well. Particularly if you are not much of a seamster ordinarily." The way he speaks, there's an ease to his voice that isn't normally there. A lightness which seems almost uncharacteristic. Does he sound...happy?
"But come, as much as it is riveting to stand in your front lawn, this is hardly the place for our outing. I trust you know how to ride a mount, yes?" With the question asked, he looks to Grani to emphasize it. The intimidating creature's dimly glowing white, pupilless eyes stare directly at Byleth. It's hard to tell if that stare is merely curiosity, or a challenge, but besides the deep and measured breaths it takes, it is silent.