Liam
I just want one more chance
Maea's dragons returned to the campfire in a shower of sparks. Did she enjoy using her magic? Was it as much a part of her as his swordsmanship was a part of him? He wondered if she often summoned fire, and if it was out of necessity, as it was today, or for fun.
She stretched out alongside him on the ground, and for a moment he considered joining her; instead, he shifted to face her more fully, leaning on one hand. As she shared her wants, she painted a clearer picture of herself for Liam, and it was a vulnerability that he appreciated. One day, he hoped to be able to offer her the same courtesy.
Her last desire took him by surprise, and he laughed. "Any time," he said, smiling crookedly. "I make no promises as to my ability; I've grown rusty since I've been here. Sparring with a person is a little different from training by myself." It would be interesting to spar with her, to say the least, and depending on the abilities she used, he knew she would probably win. He was no match against her shifts or her magic, and he was certain there was more to her than those alone.
As for her other wants... there was little he could say or do to offer comfort. He could not bring her magic or her companion back. And while he saw nothing of her to be afraid or ashamed of, he also knew that there were pages in her story that he knew nothing about, and it was her opinion that mattered most in the end, anyway. Instead, he caught her eye. "If I can help in any way, I will," he promised.
She stretched out alongside him on the ground, and for a moment he considered joining her; instead, he shifted to face her more fully, leaning on one hand. As she shared her wants, she painted a clearer picture of herself for Liam, and it was a vulnerability that he appreciated. One day, he hoped to be able to offer her the same courtesy.
Her last desire took him by surprise, and he laughed. "Any time," he said, smiling crookedly. "I make no promises as to my ability; I've grown rusty since I've been here. Sparring with a person is a little different from training by myself." It would be interesting to spar with her, to say the least, and depending on the abilities she used, he knew she would probably win. He was no match against her shifts or her magic, and he was certain there was more to her than those alone.
As for her other wants... there was little he could say or do to offer comfort. He could not bring her magic or her companion back. And while he saw nothing of her to be afraid or ashamed of, he also knew that there were pages in her story that he knew nothing about, and it was her opinion that mattered most in the end, anyway. Instead, he caught her eye. "If I can help in any way, I will," he promised.
To put my arms in fragile hands
Table inspired by the lovely Skylark <3
