What the fuck is going on?
The world was moving in a blur around him. His mind was overwhelmed - he was overwhelmed.
Dragons, somewhere in the numbness, there was a thought, a reminder of just how crazy this world was, how foreign, how magical.
Why would she go chasing dragons?
He didn't even know much about dragons, save for what was written in Jigano's notes, and what he knew from stories of dragons. But that's all they were meant to be, stories. Not real. Not here, able to cause damage, to inflict pain and death and -
Goddamnit, he was frustrated, he was angry, sad, mournful, and then he was numb again.
Warden Weaver, he hadn't even had the chance to call her the title she had held for such a small amount of time, but had owned it immediately, stepped into the role as if it was made for her.
He sat, at the Kraai of course, his head in his hands, his eyes aching from tears. An apple cider and whiskey drink sat, barely touched, on the table near him.
The world was moving in a blur around him. His mind was overwhelmed - he was overwhelmed.
Dragons, somewhere in the numbness, there was a thought, a reminder of just how crazy this world was, how foreign, how magical.
Why would she go chasing dragons?
He didn't even know much about dragons, save for what was written in Jigano's notes, and what he knew from stories of dragons. But that's all they were meant to be, stories. Not real. Not here, able to cause damage, to inflict pain and death and -
Goddamnit, he was frustrated, he was angry, sad, mournful, and then he was numb again.
Warden Weaver, he hadn't even had the chance to call her the title she had held for such a small amount of time, but had owned it immediately, stepped into the role as if it was made for her.
He sat, at the Kraai of course, his head in his hands, his eyes aching from tears. An apple cider and whiskey drink sat, barely touched, on the table near him.
