A Long Time Coming...

[loyalrebel]

WHO: Malik Al-Sayf
WHERE: House 31
WHEN: post-Take Two I
OPEN TO: Altair
WARNINGS: Feelings, tba

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Malik has been somewhat contemplative since recent events, getting wisked away on a hunting field trip and having to fight some sort of feline beast had been... interesting. It's also given him some time to think, and while that has not always been the best of things to deal with this time it has given him a chance to take time and gain some perspective on things that have been said to him.

Mostly his conversation with Nida, and a few other's assumptions over the years.

True, nobody had ever said anything in Masyaf but setting aside situations that couldn't be changed had long been a tradition of the citadel. This was not Masyaf though. Malik was no longer who he had been there, nor was Altair the man he'd last known. It made things both easier and far more delicate to address.

Malik is carefully working on an illustration for the cover of the writing he'd been doing recently, a delicate border of some sort taking shape along the edge farthest from the spine. There's a meal already made and keeping ready in the kitchen, and he peeks out to the door when he hears Altair return.

"Altair. Safety and peace, welcome back. I was just wondering your opinon on some things."