FOR RHOK: Pray Take Me to the Rising Stones

[keepcalmcookon]

Ignis usually doesn't seek Rhok out. In fact, they've only recently reached some sort of general truce. There had never been any real animosity between them, but it had taken time for Ignis to accept that Felih was married to someone other than him. But he had taken a year to get here, and so much can change in a year--it was really his fault, thinking he could take his time while Felih had a life to live, and focus on helping save people on Eos.

This time, however, he has--and has found Rhok--Felih's husband, somehow--sitting at a table by himself in Carline Canopy, Mother Miounne's tavern and inn while the others are off to the markets for crafting wares.

"Is this seat taken?" Ignis asks of a seat across the table, his hand resting on top of its back.

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[talkingtrashtank]

Felih always has, and always will, take multiple lovers. This is something Rhok knew about him from the beginning and something he had to put to rest before finally let himself forge a bond with him. As far as Rhok sees it, he can either get over it or give up on his mate, and he's chosen the former.

He's surprised when Ignis approaches him though, he'd figured seeing the rift-crosser was Felih's plan for the day and that the two of them would be busy catching up. For himself, the Seeker has a wide book and open ink pot at the table, but the book is closed and he's messing around with his tomestone.

"My invisible friend's not good conversation," He gestures to the empty chair, then points a thumb behind him. "I just ordered a-" Oop, here it is. A server drops a wooden platter laden with different cheeses and dried meats, roasted nuts and legumes from the forest decorating the edges. "-this. Help yourself." Rhok certainly will, he's hungry.