Cain blinks at Percival, then blinks again. He's... not entirely sure he heard that correctly? ]
You'll lift me?
[ Is there something in Feendrache where they train all the knights to pick people up willy nilly? Between Percival and Vane, it certainly seems so... Though at least Percival is asking rather than just scooping him up.
After a moment, Cain shakes his head, laughing softly. He's charmed once again by the way Percival couches his kindness in excuses, blaming complaints that Cain has no intention of making. ]
Well, I can't turn down such a kind offer. And for the record, I'm not mocking you.
[ He doesn't address the rest of Cain's statement, because it just reminds him of what caused the proclamation of a "great view" at the previous balcony they were at.
He's already guiding Cain so that he can launch himself off his knees. He's... never lifted another adult in this way, for this purpose, but he has plenty of confidence in his strength to pull it off. ]
[ He's laughing, too, as he braces himself, grabbing at a nearby bit of convenient architecture to pull himself up instead of using Percival as a vault. It takes a bit of wiggling, but soon enough he's on Percival's shoulders, legs hanging down against Percival's chest. Cain very cheerfully gives Percival's head an approving pat. ]
[ It's a bit of a struggle given that he's never done this before, but soon enough, he's able to get a good balance of Cain's weight on his shoulders, and he stands up straight again. It feels slightly less embarrassing to partake in this since they're surrounded by people with the same idea on all sides. ]
I'm hardly a giant. You're just short enough that Thesa doesn't want your company. [ He's a good height, he'd like to think, but it seems like Cain really just got poor fate tonight, so he's cracking a bad joke. His eyes widen when the glow of Thesa shines brighter, signaling the start to the annual display. ]
[ Percival's strength of a knight is proved in the steadiness of his stance even with Cain balanced on his shoulders. Cain barely needs to brace himself for balance as Percival straightens, and instead he keeps his hand lightly on Percival's head, tilting his own head up to stare up at the "moon" as it comes into view over the throng of people. (Well, not that it had been quite out of sight, but he will admit that with the addition of Percival's height, it's now a much, much better view.)
He kicks a little at Percival's chest, just enough to bump his heel, in retalation for being called short — short, he's not short, he's just... compact! — but even that minor annoyance can't survive in the face of the impressive sight in the sky. ]
It must be. [ His voice is low, and he gives Percival's hair a warning tug; they're not to speak of such things where the natives might overhear, after all. ] It really is amazing, seeing the moon so bright like this. It's beautiful.
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Cain blinks at Percival, then blinks again. He's... not entirely sure he heard that correctly? ]
You'll lift me?
[ Is there something in Feendrache where they train all the knights to pick people up willy nilly? Between Percival and Vane, it certainly seems so... Though at least Percival is asking rather than just scooping him up.
After a moment, Cain shakes his head, laughing softly. He's charmed once again by the way Percival couches his kindness in excuses, blaming complaints that Cain has no intention of making. ]
Well, I can't turn down such a kind offer. And for the record, I'm not mocking you.
that icon slays me
[ He doesn't address the rest of Cain's statement, because it just reminds him of what caused the proclamation of a "great view" at the previous balcony they were at.
He's already guiding Cain so that he can launch himself off his knees. He's... never lifted another adult in this way, for this purpose, but he has plenty of confidence in his strength to pull it off. ]
Move faster, it's starting.
it's bad
[ He's laughing, too, as he braces himself, grabbing at a nearby bit of convenient architecture to pull himself up instead of using Percival as a vault. It takes a bit of wiggling, but soon enough he's on Percival's shoulders, legs hanging down against Percival's chest. Cain very cheerfully gives Percival's head an approving pat. ]
There. You're kind of a giant, aren't you?
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I'm hardly a giant. You're just short enough that Thesa doesn't want your company. [ He's a good height, he'd like to think, but it seems like Cain really just got poor fate tonight, so he's cracking a bad joke. His eyes widen when the glow of Thesa shines brighter, signaling the start to the annual display. ]
Is that really the station?
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He kicks a little at Percival's chest, just enough to bump his heel, in retalation for being called short — short, he's not short, he's just... compact! — but even that minor annoyance can't survive in the face of the impressive sight in the sky. ]
It must be. [ His voice is low, and he gives Percival's hair a warning tug; they're not to speak of such things where the natives might overhear, after all. ] It really is amazing, seeing the moon so bright like this. It's beautiful.
[ The moon sure is beautiful tonight, huh? ]