[ Oberon does exactly what he says, making his way back to his throne room and promptly sitting himself down and supposedly monitoring the outside world through his Mors... but in truth, "lazing around" is a more apt description of what he's doing.
After all, it's not like they can do anything about him. That they gave up their Saintess is proof of that much.
Yet even then, his senses are sharp enough that he can catch disturbances within the castle with ease. Sure, as a dragon this is a given, but even moreso within his own domain. It's how he's so confident that there's no escape for Ai... he'd be able to tell the second she tried.
Speaking of her, it really does seem like she's working rather diligently. It's baffling, really. He knows he'd made it clear that there was no chance of her escaping, but a part of him did wonder if this was all some kind of ploy for an escape attempt...
And yet if he focuses, he can hear the sound of her rustling around, mopping the floors, handling the smaller details that the Mors fail to pick up on in their autonomy. ]
Hah...
[ He can only sigh, really. What the hell is he even doing, he wonders? This is hardly the kind of captivity that should be expected of him, but... ]
...Hm?
[ Something catches his ear, something different... something small, but different enough from the usual that his attention is grabbed by it.
...no, it'd be more accurate to say that he's captivated by it. ]
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After all, it's not like they can do anything about him. That they gave up their Saintess is proof of that much.
Yet even then, his senses are sharp enough that he can catch disturbances within the castle with ease. Sure, as a dragon this is a given, but even moreso within his own domain. It's how he's so confident that there's no escape for Ai... he'd be able to tell the second she tried.
Speaking of her, it really does seem like she's working rather diligently. It's baffling, really. He knows he'd made it clear that there was no chance of her escaping, but a part of him did wonder if this was all some kind of ploy for an escape attempt...
And yet if he focuses, he can hear the sound of her rustling around, mopping the floors, handling the smaller details that the Mors fail to pick up on in their autonomy. ]
Hah...
[ He can only sigh, really. What the hell is he even doing, he wonders? This is hardly the kind of captivity that should be expected of him, but... ]
...Hm?
[ Something catches his ear, something different... something small, but different enough from the usual that his attention is grabbed by it.
...no, it'd be more accurate to say that he's captivated by it. ]