'Cause she's a cruel mistress
And a bargain must be made
And a bargain must be made
Liam had never been to the Climb, though he’d learned his fair share of Cairo’s geography from his time in the Dragoons. Sometimes he missed those days: the structure, the discipline, the camaraderie. It hadn’t been easy in many ways, but it had been simple. Life here was straightforward, but it was missing so much of his old life that it was often hard to believe he was the same person.
Sometimes he wondered where he would be if he hadn’t left Stormbreak. If he’d stuck it out and pressed on through his grief, ignored the ghosts that haunted him at every turn. Would be still be a Dragoon? Would he be under the influence of the Family, duty-bound - or worse - to do their bidding?
He turned his attention back to their conversation, banishing thoughts of what might have been in favor of what was. He’d moved here, and though he didn’t consider himself thriving, he was at least doing fairly well for himself. And perhaps it had all been for a reason. Being here had saved Maea’s life, at least, and that was something that he could count as a worthwhile reason, indeed.
”Alright,” he said. ”Tomorrow, I’ll bring a bow along. I know a few spots we haven’t searched yet that are usually good for game.” He paused, tilting his head. ”I don’t think I’ve seen you with a weapon. Do you hunt with them, or do you have other means?” Magic or shifts, primarily. Better to know ahead of time so that he didn’t accidentally hurt her in his more traditional methods of hunting. If she was going to be stalking in the brush, he needed to know what to watch for.
Sometimes he wondered where he would be if he hadn’t left Stormbreak. If he’d stuck it out and pressed on through his grief, ignored the ghosts that haunted him at every turn. Would be still be a Dragoon? Would he be under the influence of the Family, duty-bound - or worse - to do their bidding?
He turned his attention back to their conversation, banishing thoughts of what might have been in favor of what was. He’d moved here, and though he didn’t consider himself thriving, he was at least doing fairly well for himself. And perhaps it had all been for a reason. Being here had saved Maea’s life, at least, and that was something that he could count as a worthwhile reason, indeed.
”Alright,” he said. ”Tomorrow, I’ll bring a bow along. I know a few spots we haven’t searched yet that are usually good for game.” He paused, tilting his head. ”I don’t think I’ve seen you with a weapon. Do you hunt with them, or do you have other means?” Magic or shifts, primarily. Better to know ahead of time so that he didn’t accidentally hurt her in his more traditional methods of hunting. If she was going to be stalking in the brush, he needed to know what to watch for.
But oh, my love, don't forget me
When I let the water take me
When I let the water take me
Liam
