Ignis smiled broadly. "You can call me," he answered, reaching into his pocket and withdrawing his notebook and pen. He wrote down his number in a quick, neat hand. In Lucis he had business cards, but he wasn't prepared to go flashing those around. "We can meet up again to negotiate should you choose to join us."
He tore the page from his notebook, folded it in half, and offered it across the table to Aerith. His attention, however, was on Fang. "I'd certainly enjoy hearing more of the stories you grew up with," he said. "I hadn't expected them to have existed outside of Lucis. It would be interesting to see where they intersect, and where they differ."
Brothers, and dragons. How had time twisted the tales?
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Date: 2020-01-06 08:53 pm (UTC)He tore the page from his notebook, folded it in half, and offered it across the table to Aerith. His attention, however, was on Fang. "I'd certainly enjoy hearing more of the stories you grew up with," he said. "I hadn't expected them to have existed outside of Lucis. It would be interesting to see where they intersect, and where they differ."
Brothers, and dragons. How had time twisted the tales?