Cliffjumper may not have noticed the significance of Mirage's glance, but he was probably able to pick out the sounds of his name, rendered in song and accented in old-fashioned glyphs amongst the Old Cybertronian.
Mirage, stating his purpose as an observer; undoing the damage he had wrought by observing peacefully what he had once disdained.
A cube was brought out from behind the altar and poured into the now-empty bowl. Song reaching a pointed plateau, Mirage knelt and gracefully offered Cliffjumper the glowing bowl.
Behind him, Tracks gave a barely audible sigh of displeasure.
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Date: 2014-01-15 10:44 am (UTC)Mirage, stating his purpose as an observer; undoing the damage he had wrought by observing peacefully what he had once disdained.
A cube was brought out from behind the altar and poured into the now-empty bowl. Song reaching a pointed plateau, Mirage knelt and gracefully offered Cliffjumper the glowing bowl.
Behind him, Tracks gave a barely audible sigh of displeasure.