"You're still here..?" Placing an index on her mouth, she continued. "I was sure to have pushed you with enough strength for you to fall all the way down, though."
Gilgamesh's eye was twitching, a vein visibly pulsing on his head as the True Ancestor completely ignored him, the Golden King. An explosive breath of air left his mouth as he suddenly calmed. Contrary to what many believed, he did know his limits, and a battle with a True Ancestor would not necessarily end in his favor.
He still felt that same irritation as she happily munched on her hamburger, though. Gilgamesh was not used to being so blatantly ignored - or, for that matter, ignored at all. His eyes narrowed as the Ancestor's wandered, looking in every direction but his. Gilgamesh was about to speak when he felt the sun's warmth, the sky turning to day as a Phoenix, one of the rarest Phantasmal Beasts, floated right behind him.
"What a shining phoenix!! Come over here!!" She gestured for the Elemental to come closer. "A friend of yours," she demanded, eying Gilgamesh.
"I have but one friend, Ancestor."
The Golden King approached the Phoenix carefully, approaching the firebird as the great light from it dimmed.
"And yet, I remember you... you visited my palace long ago. Do you remember? The priestesses were afraid of you, yet you came forward so eagerly. It impressed us, and you lived outside the palace for a while. Do you remember this, sunbird?"
Gilgamesh's voice held a wistful tone as he held out a hand to the Phoenix. Links to the past, of a more ancient age, were rare. Even in this city, where so many times and dimensions blended together, there had been no recollection of Uruk save for in his memories and the tales of others.