[Gilgamesh moves to sit on the floor with strangely natural movement. There's no kingly air here, no aura of inherent superiority. Just a man sitting across from a woman with his back turned, gazing into the crackling fire and willing his thoughts away from any unpleasantness. He listens to her bathe and lets the sounds soothe him, lets them take him from this uncertain time and return him to one he knows.
The hands of a servant girl, bathing him in reverence. The laughter of his dearest friend, enjoying a rare moment of peace in a desert oasis. He shuts his eyes and feels them, hears them again. Even if he cannot call Merida his friend, she can be a source of a stability for him. They can be both be brave together, as fellow heroes and adventurers. That is enough, for now and forever.]
A story, huh...?
[Merida, curious little thing that she is, has no doubt been devouring tales of his Epic where she can find them. But there's yet more to be written. So he'll treat her to this world's first telling of some of the rest, leaning back and losing himself in the legend.]
Alright. Well, Merida, I bet you didn't know I had a suitor once. And she was a goddess.
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The hands of a servant girl, bathing him in reverence. The laughter of his dearest friend, enjoying a rare moment of peace in a desert oasis. He shuts his eyes and feels them, hears them again. Even if he cannot call Merida his friend, she can be a source of a stability for him. They can be both be brave together, as fellow heroes and adventurers. That is enough, for now and forever.]
A story, huh...?
[Merida, curious little thing that she is, has no doubt been devouring tales of his Epic where she can find them. But there's yet more to be written. So he'll treat her to this world's first telling of some of the rest, leaning back and losing himself in the legend.]
Alright. Well, Merida, I bet you didn't know I had a suitor once. And she was a goddess.