i have died everyday waiting for you
Mort’s dark eyes lingered on the earring, a small, knowing smile touching his lips. He didn’t reach for it; he didn’t need to. The charm had already served its purpose, and Mort’s gaze seemed to speak to the countless stories it had already witnessed. “That earring has done a fine job so far,” he murmured, his voice warm, steady. “It’s carried my blessing, and more importantly, it’s carried you. But… if you’re asking for it to do more, you already know the answer.”
His fingers twitched in a faint gesture toward the charm, but his focus remained on Tal, his expression gently encouraging. “To make it stronger, you’ll have to walk a familiar path. Luck, after all, isn’t something I can simply bestow."
Mort’s smile softened, a quiet pride glimmering in his eyes. “You’ve done well, Talyson. The Family might cast long shadows, but you’ve kept your footing even in the darkest places. You might feel like you’re standing alone, but you’re more capable than you realize.”
The god reached out to softly squeeze the courier's shoulder. []say] “I am proud of you,” he said simply, the words weighty not for their grandeur, but for their sincerity. “And though I may not walk this path with you, I trust you to find your way, just as you always have.”
Mort leaned back, the golden light around him starting to fade, though the warmth of his presence remained in the clearing. “The earring is yours to shape, Talyson, as it’s always been."
With that, he was gone, leaving behind the faint scent of wildflowers and the soft rustle of leaves returning to motion.
~FIN
His fingers twitched in a faint gesture toward the charm, but his focus remained on Tal, his expression gently encouraging. “To make it stronger, you’ll have to walk a familiar path. Luck, after all, isn’t something I can simply bestow."
Mort’s smile softened, a quiet pride glimmering in his eyes. “You’ve done well, Talyson. The Family might cast long shadows, but you’ve kept your footing even in the darkest places. You might feel like you’re standing alone, but you’re more capable than you realize.”
The god reached out to softly squeeze the courier's shoulder. []say] “I am proud of you,” he said simply, the words weighty not for their grandeur, but for their sincerity. “And though I may not walk this path with you, I trust you to find your way, just as you always have.”
Mort leaned back, the golden light around him starting to fade, though the warmth of his presence remained in the clearing. “The earring is yours to shape, Talyson, as it’s always been."
With that, he was gone, leaving behind the faint scent of wildflowers and the soft rustle of leaves returning to motion.
~FIN
