His wave in return is easy, threading his way over to join her on the clifftops where she's provided ample nesting materials, if he's deciding to be whimsical about it. Bundled as he is, warmed from the chaos that was dancing and the alcohol over the course of the 'night' such as it was, prior to the breaking dawn they were waiting for, it's been an easier sort of experience to not quite lose himself in... but close enough.
He can appreciate anything that celebrates enduring to fight off the dark. Holding on long enough to witness the return of the sun, of light, of rebirth and cycles that have so little to do with mortals or immortals, but the play of tradition and legend and entire worlds.
"Ah! Kind of you, Anan! When'd you have the time for any of this?"
Ask not him, who even on his better days, is too much of a chaotic whirlwind himself to usually corral people unless he must, to lessons, or in a lifetime where he was once in charge of the juniors, and not his present life, where he is one more piece slotting in to whatever they're left with falling into their laps in the end.
sorry to be the ghost of christmas past katy! night three
He can appreciate anything that celebrates enduring to fight off the dark. Holding on long enough to witness the return of the sun, of light, of rebirth and cycles that have so little to do with mortals or immortals, but the play of tradition and legend and entire worlds.
"Ah! Kind of you, Anan! When'd you have the time for any of this?"
Ask not him, who even on his better days, is too much of a chaotic whirlwind himself to usually corral people unless he must, to lessons, or in a lifetime where he was once in charge of the juniors, and not his present life, where he is one more piece slotting in to whatever they're left with falling into their laps in the end.