remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Reflections of the past conjured and patterned to the present was far easier to convey than the other thoughts marooning and harpooning. Better, stronger still, were their ties to the mountains and expanse, to the whirlwinds of ice and snow, of bludgeonings and melees, strength and derision. There was half a moment where he nearly mentioned the hot springs contained within the Climb; but then that had a host of other ministrations, defeats, and deaths. He roamed around it instead, eyes on the horizon, smirk chiseled in the corners of his mouth. “To ease into after battle.” Which was what he’d used them primarily for; slowly sinking into the wounds, the lacerations, the scars, forgoing and forgetting them for a moment where the world soothed the beast who’d fought for it time and time again. The Sword did nothing to punish or override her excitement – compelling it instead, hoping for it to reach and stretch, widen and expand.He snorted at the insistence of the secret tents as they turned around a corner, continuing along the main road. Pelts could be stitched together, certainly, even if he had to fight Aisha off the remaining ursur furs. Her insistence at not being permitted into the meetings held within the furtive stature made him snort, an extension of warm puffs of air, curling, contorting, into the evening. “We discussed war plans. It was not fitting for a child.” It likely wouldn’t have held her attention anyway; lines of movement across maps, gestures of irritation when one disagreed with the other, plans and plots set in motion to override another kingdom, to defend their own, snag more information from known sources.
Whether it was grand or not wasn’t something he was sure of; it was simply normal. Habitual. Routine, for the world they lived within.
out for vengeance
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