[Ardyn usually avoided the comfortable little farm built on this particular islet; he preferred to avoid Prompto and Gladio as much as possible, for varying reasons. But...sometimes he just felt the risk was worth it. So close to sunset, he stayed near the shadows to avoid the other more irritating residents, moving near-silently as perhaps only a daemon really could.]
[When he did call out, it was the sort of quiet that was determined not to be overheard:]
It's just me--are you here, little flame?
[...It occurred to him that maybe the name was a touch too ironic right now.]
sometime after storytelling-ish
[When he did call out, it was the sort of quiet that was determined not to be overheard:]
It's just me--are you here, little flame?
[...It occurred to him that maybe the name was a touch too ironic right now.]