[ Diarmuid's day passes without much in the way of circumstance. Being tasked to stay and watch over the estate, he doesn't do much in the way of wandering, but takes it upon himself to sit on the roof of the house and take in the townspeople passing by— children with their hands in their parents', friends sharing gossip, couples figuring out their sense of distance.
There's a restlessness, of course, given his role and his one wish, but he's content for the majority of the hours that pass in a slow, calm wave. He didn't live all of his waking life mired in strife, and for that, he's still grateful; if Ai Thao ever asked him to talk about himself, he would say that he wasn't unhappy.
As the sun starts to set, he considers moving back inside to wait for his Master when he senses her entering the Field and moving up towards where he's standing. There's something off— she looks melancholy— but if it's anything to do with her sister, he's not sure if it's his place to offer consolation.
A beat, in consideration of his Master's privacy, before he materializes. ]
—Welcome back, Master.
[ It'd be rude not to say anything, he figures. She can always tell him to leave, after all. ]
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There's a restlessness, of course, given his role and his one wish, but he's content for the majority of the hours that pass in a slow, calm wave. He didn't live all of his waking life mired in strife, and for that, he's still grateful; if Ai Thao ever asked him to talk about himself, he would say that he wasn't unhappy.
As the sun starts to set, he considers moving back inside to wait for his Master when he senses her entering the Field and moving up towards where he's standing. There's something off— she looks melancholy— but if it's anything to do with her sister, he's not sure if it's his place to offer consolation.
A beat, in consideration of his Master's privacy, before he materializes. ]
—Welcome back, Master.
[ It'd be rude not to say anything, he figures. She can always tell him to leave, after all. ]