Emotions that are distinctly not his own swirl in his chest and Tatara places a hand there, as though trying to calm them. Solomon feels quite a lot, doesn't he? Maybe that should be a given, but there was a part of him that thought someone as old and wise as Solomon could float through life unaffected. But it's the other way around, it seems. Tatara, a leaf dislodged from his branch at 22, stares at the scene before him, and wonders if he'd feel this strongly in a situation like this.
That one particular feeling, though. He knows that one.
His attention flits among parties, but ultimately rests on the real Solomon for most of the time. Through what he feels he analyzes, studies, tries to understand him better.
Even as the memory fades, he doesn't move or shift his attention. Even when Solomon gestures to follow, he only takes a few steps, ultimately stopping far out of his reach. ]
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Emotions that are distinctly not his own swirl in his chest and Tatara places a hand there, as though trying to calm them. Solomon feels quite a lot, doesn't he? Maybe that should be a given, but there was a part of him that thought someone as old and wise as Solomon could float through life unaffected. But it's the other way around, it seems. Tatara, a leaf dislodged from his branch at 22, stares at the scene before him, and wonders if he'd feel this strongly in a situation like this.
That one particular feeling, though. He knows that one.
His attention flits among parties, but ultimately rests on the real Solomon for most of the time. Through what he feels he analyzes, studies, tries to understand him better.
Even as the memory fades, he doesn't move or shift his attention. Even when Solomon gestures to follow, he only takes a few steps, ultimately stopping far out of his reach. ]
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