[For most of this little endeavor, Ignis has been in an honestly very good mood. How couldn't he be? His proposal to Gladio went swimmingly, and so they've been engaged for a few months now. The house is being changed bit by bit, with the weather good, so that he can hopefully host others such as the Fleuret siblings. He feels as though he has a drive in his life, with the magic he's learning, and things that they're uncovering in this world as they help it.]
[And now, this season? Yes, it's swelteringly hot, but they're out camping, as the all used to do together. Gladio is over the moon to do this sort of thing. Noct was less excited, but then perked right up, predictable as usual, at the idea of a new fishing spot to relax at.]
[Prompto is dying because of the bugs, no matter the size, but he'll live.]
[All of this is to say that when he walks out one morning to go clean his dishes from the night before, knowing well aware that Noct is still sound asleep in their tent, only to see someone with an eerily similar hair color from a distance... It's something like a splash of cold water.]
[Ignis does not act hastily. Despite his first inclination, he does not pull out his daggers.]
[Even if the first thing this reminds him of is the tale Prompto told him, of Ardyn wearing Noct's face, and making a scar almost worse than the physical on the man. If he wonders if this is a fae trick. If this is any number of stranger things which can happen in this place, with these sorts of people.]
[And...]
[Loathe as he is to admit it, that this could be an alternate Noctis, from another version of their world or even further down the timeline, is a possibility.]
[Ignis erases that particular notion when that look is sent his way as he carefully approaches closer. That is not a look any version of Noctis would wear, and he sees nothing like the kind of recognition Noctis would hold towards him. If anything, that puts him on guard as well, although is stride seems casual enough to approach closer.]
[From Somnus's view, he might very well recognize the young man who approaches him with that sharp focus to his gaze, all intent and no hesitation. That he still has his gaze may or may not be something of a surprise.... but that's a mystery to puzzle out on his end.]
[Either way, there's certainly no recognition from Ignis's end. Why would he recognize him? All the statues of the Mystic depict him in full armor, after all. Head to toe.]
If I may be so bold, who are you? I take it you've newly arrived.
Lake - Day
[And now, this season? Yes, it's swelteringly hot, but they're out camping, as the all used to do together. Gladio is over the moon to do this sort of thing. Noct was less excited, but then perked right up, predictable as usual, at the idea of a new fishing spot to relax at.]
[Prompto is dying because of the bugs, no matter the size, but he'll live.]
[All of this is to say that when he walks out one morning to go clean his dishes from the night before, knowing well aware that Noct is still sound asleep in their tent, only to see someone with an eerily similar hair color from a distance... It's something like a splash of cold water.]
[Ignis does not act hastily. Despite his first inclination, he does not pull out his daggers.]
[Even if the first thing this reminds him of is the tale Prompto told him, of Ardyn wearing Noct's face, and making a scar almost worse than the physical on the man. If he wonders if this is a fae trick. If this is any number of stranger things which can happen in this place, with these sorts of people.]
[And...]
[Loathe as he is to admit it, that this could be an alternate Noctis, from another version of their world or even further down the timeline, is a possibility.]
[Ignis erases that particular notion when that look is sent his way as he carefully approaches closer. That is not a look any version of Noctis would wear, and he sees nothing like the kind of recognition Noctis would hold towards him. If anything, that puts him on guard as well, although is stride seems casual enough to approach closer.]
[From Somnus's view, he might very well recognize the young man who approaches him with that sharp focus to his gaze, all intent and no hesitation. That he still has his gaze may or may not be something of a surprise.... but that's a mystery to puzzle out on his end.]
[Either way, there's certainly no recognition from Ignis's end. Why would he recognize him? All the statues of the Mystic depict him in full armor, after all. Head to toe.]
If I may be so bold, who are you? I take it you've newly arrived.