[As a matter of fact, Macbeth happens to be down by the lake. He stands out quite a bit in that black longcoat of his. At the moment he doesn't seem to notice that there's someone else around, due to having been there for awhile now. He doesn't seem to be doing much of anything, just standing on the bank and staring at the frozen ice.]
[Arche's not paying all that much attention to her surroundings, but she'd have to be blind not to notice Macbeth nearby. Her eyes flicker to him for a while, but she doesn't try to strike up any conversation. Instead she sips at her tea and goes back to looking out at the lake, deciding to ignore him unless he talks to her.]
[After a few more minutes, Macbeth will at last turn, making ready to leave. But in doing so, he becomes aware that he's not alone. He gives her a curt nod as he walks towards her direction, at least to go by her. However he stops about a dozen feet from her before carrying on.]
Hello there lassie. Enjoying the view? [ooc: about what time of day is this?]
That they have. But I myself have moved on as well, to a city with over seven million residents. [He chuckles at that, almost bitterly.] Ach, had someone told me when I was still nae yet grown that I would end up like I am now, I'd have called them a fool.
Seven million in one city? Wow... how do they all fit?
[That gets a little chuckle.] Isn't that true of everyone? I mean, some of us more than others, but our kid selves'd never believe what we grow up to be and do.
Perhaps, but I don't believe my younger self had quite the imagination for it. On the other hand though, I'm sure ye've quite a way to go before that becomes an issue, lassie.
Ye could say that, only multiplied ten times over in height.
Then there are still many marvel yet to be seen. [And he's got a good eight hundred years on her. Ironically she looks closer to her real age than he does!]
The world tree is spoken of in Norse mythology. As far as my own world is concerned, I do nae believe it to have ever existed. [Although in his world, every legend and myth has some element of truth to it, so he can't be certain about that.]
The same as any other man's, I suspect. One that has to do with a woman. Mine just tends to drag on a bit towards the end.
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Hello there lassie. Enjoying the view? [ooc: about what time of day is this?]
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It's a pretty sight. I usually fly over it, but this is nice to relax and think.
[OOC: Around three in the afternoon, I'm thinking.]
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Aye. There are few lakes still as clear and undisturbed where I live. In a way, it reminds me of my native Scotland when I was but a lad.
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[That gets a little chuckle.] Isn't that true of everyone? I mean, some of us more than others, but our kid selves'd never believe what we grow up to be and do.
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Perhaps, but I don't believe my younger self had quite the imagination for it. On the other hand though, I'm sure ye've quite a way to go before that becomes an issue, lassie.
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Mmmm, I've got a lot ahead of me, you're right there. [Of course, she's also over a hundred, but hey, she's a half-elf.]
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Then there are still many marvel yet to be seen. [And he's got a good eight hundred years on her. Ironically she looks closer to her real age than he does!]
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There'd better always be new stuff to see. Or else what are we living for?
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I live to see my own personal story reach its conclusion. Perhaps not the noblest of aspirations, but 'tis all that's left for one very old man.
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Your story, huh? What kind of story is it?
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The same as any other man's, I suspect. One that has to do with a woman. Mine just tends to drag on a bit towards the end.
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Ahh... missing her?
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