Alys Glasse
The way that Deimos described his magic when he'd first started sounded very much like how Alys felt about her own, and she relaxed almost in spite of herself at the similarity, her brow smoothing and her frown easing. She had to wonder what had happened to Deimos, for him to mention being unable to help his friends. What must that be like? To have friends to want to help, and to be unable to do so?
Alys's life had been relatively easy, thus far; at the very least, she'd never feared for her life. And she had few friends, so worrying about others was something she could only imagine. Even her family was a hazy memory, something so distant in the past that it was hardly recognizable. For a moment, she felt jealousy well up in her chest, but she tamped it down, dismissing it as a foolish notion that did not merit further analysis.
Her breath now caught, she caught Deimos's eye and nodded. It made sense, then, why he would push others to train; and, she had to admit, he was being quite helpful to her, no matter his motivations. "Shall we go again?" she asked, preparing herself with a mental sigh for another arduous minute of focus and willpower.
Alys's life had been relatively easy, thus far; at the very least, she'd never feared for her life. And she had few friends, so worrying about others was something she could only imagine. Even her family was a hazy memory, something so distant in the past that it was hardly recognizable. For a moment, she felt jealousy well up in her chest, but she tamped it down, dismissing it as a foolish notion that did not merit further analysis.
Her breath now caught, she caught Deimos's eye and nodded. It made sense, then, why he would push others to train; and, she had to admit, he was being quite helpful to her, no matter his motivations. "Shall we go again?" she asked, preparing herself with a mental sigh for another arduous minute of focus and willpower.
