He shakes his head again at her, aware he's the one being difficult and confusing. "No, well I mean yes, but..." he sighs loudly, because it's all a lot to try and put to word when he barely knows what the feelings are. "It's both. On the one hand, I didn't agree with their belief that battle had to be the way forward... I didn't like the idea of fighting." Part of him truthfully still doesn't, but that part has become much smaller in time, when before it had been large and blustering in response to all his mother's attempts at training him right.
"On the other hand, now that they're both gone, I don't have any direct pressure, just old lectures and stories... but I think I believe in them more now? It's the same story, but it's like the hero has changed, I guess." Sometimes you don't like a song the first time you hear it, because you can't connect with it, not until you're in a different mood. That's how it's been for Iskra. "I mean I'm not disagreeing with you, I know there's other methods, I wish you'd been around to tell that to them too." A half-smile, like he appreciates having some back up finally after all his wasted breath arguing with his mother. "I just think I finally understand what they meant better now, and I would like to try their way now." Because it's familiar, because it feels like he'll have them with him again in some small way, because maybe after all, they had a point.
He shifts in the water, starting to turn pruny, and hauls himself up onto the ledge, just letting his feet dangle in the warmth now as he considers her last question. The immediate release of the warm water makes the air prickle against his skin, colder than it actually is given all the steam still trapped and billowing around them. "I've nearly finished a quest for Ludo to get a greataxe. Going to have some qualities of my mother in it. Next, I'll make something after my father. Get better at fighting, at my magic, and start to carve away the void and the monsters of this world." If he wanted anyone at his side in battle, it'd be his parents.
"On the other hand, now that they're both gone, I don't have any direct pressure, just old lectures and stories... but I think I believe in them more now? It's the same story, but it's like the hero has changed, I guess." Sometimes you don't like a song the first time you hear it, because you can't connect with it, not until you're in a different mood. That's how it's been for Iskra. "I mean I'm not disagreeing with you, I know there's other methods, I wish you'd been around to tell that to them too." A half-smile, like he appreciates having some back up finally after all his wasted breath arguing with his mother. "I just think I finally understand what they meant better now, and I would like to try their way now." Because it's familiar, because it feels like he'll have them with him again in some small way, because maybe after all, they had a point.
He shifts in the water, starting to turn pruny, and hauls himself up onto the ledge, just letting his feet dangle in the warmth now as he considers her last question. The immediate release of the warm water makes the air prickle against his skin, colder than it actually is given all the steam still trapped and billowing around them. "I've nearly finished a quest for Ludo to get a greataxe. Going to have some qualities of my mother in it. Next, I'll make something after my father. Get better at fighting, at my magic, and start to carve away the void and the monsters of this world." If he wanted anyone at his side in battle, it'd be his parents.
Iskra
