[Stones of Farspeech] A Request or Two

[shatteredlenses]

I realize most of you are busy with the new island, but if I can, I'd like to borrow a moment of your time. This shouldn't interfere with new explorations, fortunately. It's actually rather dependent on them.

[Ignis has been very absent since Gladio was sent home last month. Even now, it's hard for him to reach out and exploring in this mindset is not the best of ideas, but he also can't allow himself to idle any longer.]

Shion and I have been discussing the creation of a list of questions we can ask each new deity we run across so we can compare answers to look for patterns and other things that may help us begin sorting out the greater mystery of this place as we learn about each island we come across. There are obvious general questions we can ask, but we wanted to see if there were any more specific ones people would like added to the list. If you have anything, can you let me know? Your help is most appreciated.

[There is a momentary pause where the only sound is Ignis softly drawing a deep breath as he steels himself for the next topic.]

For those who aren't aware, Gladio has been returned to Eos. Prompto and I are going to do our bests to keep the lighthouse workshop stocked and in good shape. We're also going to try and keep his projects on the farming islet going since they are of benefit to us all. We could use some help, though, if anyone can volunteer.

Also, if you were working on a project with him, can you let either Prompto or myself know? We don't want any of those to fall by the wayside.

[His voice gets a little softer as he finishes the communication.]

Gladio wouldn't want that either and I want to do this for him.

Thank you.

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[shatteredlenses]

Actually, in all honesty, I do consider myself quite lucky, beloved.

[Oh dear. Here he goes being all sentimental again.]

[scourgingstars]

[...oh, ew]

And what, precisely, do you find so fortunate here? I'd not call much of this an ideal situation.

[shatteredlenses]

Well, no. Not much.

[There's a very genuine tone in his voice.]

But you have smiled and laughed a few times. Really smiled and laughed. I'll take it.

[scourgingstars]

I have done no such thing, all this sunlight must have gone to your head. You're imagining things now.

[shatteredlenses]

That or perhaps all the ink addled my brain a little.

[They sure did throw a lot of that around not long ago, didn't they?]

Glowing magenta is quite the bright color, after all.

[scourgingstars]

Something's clearly driven you quite mad. I don't know that I'd blame such a charming color.

[shatteredlenses]

'Charming?' Is that what you call it? And here I was thinking 'blinding' was a much better word choice.