"Some quiet will do me good for now, I think," he said, and although he was in a good mood he did look somewhat drained. He'd have to gather up some extra energy soon. Find a human who owes him something, perhaps.
"Besides, the height of summer may not be the proper time to celebrate autumn. My time will come soon enough."
He laughed. "True enough. But there's always the Perseids to look forward to." He rather enjoyed those himself.
"So, they tell you what responsibilities you'll need to take on?" Not that he'd really know all that much about those; who knew what London's customs were?
"Goodness, no. We Unseelie tend to find out about responsibility when we're needed and not a second sooner. But I am prepared, and it keeps life exciting," he said.
"We like to remain spontaneous, I suppose," he said, "And I may be old here but in father's terms I'm practically a child. And he won't let me forget it, either."
Fifty-thousand was young in comparison to billions, but Balem sure wished he could be taken more seriously by the celestial community. As it was he had to use up most of his energy just to get them to do anything.
Heiji laughed. "Yeah, I guess that's true. How many billions of years old is your old man?" Well, that was more of a rhetorical question, perhaps, unless Balem actually knew. Most fae he knew got a little iffy on the specifics after a while.
"I kinda thought the spontaneity might be nice when I came out here. Y'know, out of the influence of everyone back home. But now that I'm here, I kind of miss 'em. Just a little bit."
Heiji managed, but only just, to keep himself from breaking into a rather immature snort of laughter at Balem's comment about size and age; he nodded solemnly instead. Sorry, buddy. You were talking to a 200-year-old, after all. "Maybe some humans might be able to date him a little better. But I figure anyone that old'd do the same."
This conversation did, however, bring up an interesting question: "So where was your favorite home? You've had a bunch by now, yeah?"
"I'm sure they will eventually, but he's rather far away. Even with magic it took mother a few centuries to get in touch with him," he said.
He always assumed that he was mother's favorite child, simply because of all the effort it took to make him. He would have gloated about it before her death.
"I lived in Greece for the longest, I suppose. I was quite fond of their plays, and their academic culture. And their reverence for powerful beings from other realms."
"Centuries? Guess she must've liked him a lot. I can't imagine doing the long-distance thing like that." Of course, Heiji couldn't really imagine getting serious with anyone.
"I like their food, too! But they're goin' through some money troubles, yeah? What's that, their third bailout? Plus they gotta watch out so people don't make a run on the banks." Well. Civilizations rose and fell.
P.S. No one wanted to hear about how your parents made you, Balem.
"It was curiosity more than love. Curiosity and opportunity," he said, but he didn't view that as a bad thing. He didn't really believe in love anyways.
"Alas, that's how it goes, I've found. Almost no greatness lasts forever," he said, and then thinks on it, "Well, not among humans, anyways."
Because he's been great for 50,000 years and will keep on being great.
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"Besides, the height of summer may not be the proper time to celebrate autumn. My time will come soon enough."
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"So, they tell you what responsibilities you'll need to take on?" Not that he'd really know all that much about those; who knew what London's customs were?
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Respectable Seelie fae, after all, had responsibilities. And Heiji did come from a family of good repute.
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Fifty-thousand was young in comparison to billions, but Balem sure wished he could be taken more seriously by the celestial community. As it was he had to use up most of his energy just to get them to do anything.
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"I kinda thought the spontaneity might be nice when I came out here. Y'know, out of the influence of everyone back home. But now that I'm here, I kind of miss 'em. Just a little bit."
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"I've never stopped missing my old homes, although I don't think about them often anymore. It's difficult to get over them."
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This conversation did, however, bring up an interesting question: "So where was your favorite home? You've had a bunch by now, yeah?"
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He always assumed that he was mother's favorite child, simply because of all the effort it took to make him. He would have gloated about it before her death.
"I lived in Greece for the longest, I suppose. I was quite fond of their plays, and their academic culture. And their reverence for powerful beings from other realms."
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"I like their food, too! But they're goin' through some money troubles, yeah? What's that, their third bailout? Plus they gotta watch out so people don't make a run on the banks." Well. Civilizations rose and fell.
P.S. No one wanted to hear about how your parents made you, Balem.
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"Alas, that's how it goes, I've found. Almost no greatness lasts forever," he said, and then thinks on it, "Well, not among humans, anyways."
Because he's been great for 50,000 years and will keep on being great.