[ A few days after Sleipnir hung up on the man reaches out to him once more, this time on his private line. The public need not see this matter. His accent will float across the line a little more humble than before. ]
Forgive my rudeness the other day; I apologize for swiftly ending our correspondence.
[ Sleipnir can hear the smirk in the Ghost Lord's tone, it does not unnerve him; his voice comes out wrapped in calm as it had been in their previous call. ]
You caught me off balance, Ghost Lord of Ghost Valley.
In matters of the soul you claimed you were 'hardly' an expert- which gave the impression I was still out to sea in search of an answer... Then you admit to being a master and completely change the tides on me.
[ And the fact you knew he was after his own soul rather than others startled him, made this suddenly very real. ]
[The title almost makes him laugh, but he refrains, biting the inside of his cheek for Sleipnir's sake. This is serious business!]
Please, call me Kexing.
There are those in my world that are experts on the subject. I, however, am a Martial Artist and Cultivator. The latter title means I have worked intimately with my spirit, forming it over years.
[He had been dismissive of his own qualities because he knows there are others that stand above him. Yet he is definitely a Master in his own right.]
As you desire. You may call me Sleipnir; I am of house Harbard.
[Lord Kexing, then. He will remember this, and all other names and titles this man has collected.]
Valisthea does not have any whom work with souls, theirs or otherwise. Which is not to say it is, as you mentioned in our previous connection, a world where people lack souls. Some know souls exist, but few know they can become pure once more. Regardless... [a small pause] ...Creations such as I... we are not given a soul, not at the time of our making.
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Forgive my rudeness the other day; I apologize for swiftly ending our correspondence.
[ voice ]
I have been wondering... Are you alright? Did I say something offensive?
no subject
You caught me off balance, Ghost Lord of Ghost Valley.
In matters of the soul you claimed you were 'hardly' an expert- which gave the impression I was still out to sea in search of an answer... Then you admit to being a master and completely change the tides on me.
[ And the fact you knew he was after his own soul rather than others startled him, made this suddenly very real. ]
no subject
Please, call me Kexing.
There are those in my world that are experts on the subject. I, however, am a Martial Artist and Cultivator. The latter title means I have worked intimately with my spirit, forming it over years.
[He had been dismissive of his own qualities because he knows there are others that stand above him. Yet he is definitely a Master in his own right.]
no subject
[Lord Kexing, then. He will remember this, and all other names and titles this man has collected.]
Valisthea does not have any whom work with souls, theirs or otherwise. Which is not to say it is, as you mentioned in our previous connection, a world where people lack souls. Some know souls exist, but few know they can become pure once more. Regardless... [a small pause] ...Creations such as I... we are not given a soul, not at the time of our making.