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[daemonized]

ARDYN IZUNIA

Ardyn Izunia. Professor of law. Lord of law. Liege of law. The one grading your papers. Leave a message.

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[daemonized]

Why was this girl so important?

[For something as simple as choosing imagery: a bird vs. the cage.]

You say that you weren't salesmen, but you must admit that waiting for her to choose a pendant is an oddly specific task.

[originallutece]

I'm not sure.

[Everyone's favorite answer.]

But she was important. She was vital, for some reason. But-- hold on.

[She hops down and heads into her bedroom. A moment of rummaging, and she returns with a drawing pad, flipped to a certain page. It's a fairly decent drawing, actually, so well done Rosalind.]

At least I can remember her face.

[daemonized]

[Upon seeing the drawing, Ardyn furrows his brow. Yes, it's actually a decent drawing, but that's not what seems to surprise him.

The features are a little softer, younger, and the hair is different, but it'd be impossible for him to not recognize that face in some capacity. He looks at Rosalind, quizzically.]

It looks rather like someone I know.

[originallutece]

Yes.

[Yes, she'd noticed that as well. Rosalind offers a shrug.]

I don't know why. Certainly it's possible I simply instinctively associated the girl in my memories with someone who looks similar, and now the image is stuck, but . . . if not, it raises a fair few questions, doesn't it?

[daemonized]

Very much so. [He gestures at the drawing.]

I find it hard to believe that your curiosity isn't eating away at you so poignantly that you haven't taken this up with her. Questions that must be answered and all that.

[originallutece]

[She raises her eyebrows in silent confirmation.]

I've an entire notebook of them, in fact. I've tried to answer a few on my own, but I'm waiting to see the professor in person. It's a bit . . . awkward, to say the least, to call a woman you barely know and tell her that you dreamed of a younger version of her in your other life.

[And if it's too awkward, Elizabeth might not answer her properly, which would spoil things. Better to wait, despite her impatience, and get more answers in the long run.]

. . . I still find the fact we spoke so in-sync strange. We weren't just teasing, we were finishing one another's sentences. I couldn't do that with you-- or anyone, for that matter-- if I tried.

[daemonized]

Awkward, yes. But something that she'll wish to know about? I'm more than certain of that. Elizabeth's a friend of mine, you know. You needn't feel strange bringing this up to her -- you can say that Ardyn Izunia suggested it.

[But he'll not force her hand either way; it's a suggestion at best.

But back to the matter of finishing each other's sentences...] Was it more like you knew each other's thoughts?

[originallutece]

. . . yes. A bit. Either that or we extensively rehearsed it, but it didn't feel like a performance. Just a natural flow.

[Her mouth purses.]

And I still can't determine the nature of our relationship.

[daemonized]

Nor can I think of the sort of person with whom you would feel literally in-sync with. A very close twin brother, maybe?

[But even then, it's a bit odd. Yet what else could it be?]

Still not privy to his name, I assume?

[originallutece]

Not yet.

[She sets her tea cup down a bit hard, then, because she isn't a woman who takes mysteries well.]

All I have is his voice. And there's nothing I can do to learn more about him save sit and wait. I can't work on it, I can't even begin to try and solve this mystery, not yet, not without further information-- I have to wait, and I despise waiting.

[daemonized]

[He eyes the cup briefly, because... chill Ros, it'll be okay. Ardyn hates not knowing just as much as her, but at least he has the tendency to be flippant about it, outwardly.]

I do too. But if waiting is your only option, promise me you'll not spend every waking hour churning over these memories. [BECAUSE HE THINKS SHE MIGHT??] What good will that do you, spending 24/7 wrapped up in these anxieties?

[originallutece]

[She absolutely will. Of course she will, she'll work herself to the point of uselessness if left on her own, and her mouth twists in wry acknowledgement of that.]

I'll promise you, if you resign yourself to being bothered by my texts in place of obsessing over my memories.

[daemonized]

[Ros... no. Ardyn doesn't want to see her stress like that, and if he does, he'll do everything to help distract her if possible.]

Rosalind, your texts never bother me. You'll have to put in substantial more effort if that's your aim.