[PQ] Riddle Me This

The easy smile on Caisides face didn’t move when he learned he had been correct (of course he had been correct), but it did grow wider as Jigano explained their next task. How interesting! Caiside had never tried his hand at riddles, but a riddle was simply poetry with an easy answer. It couldn’t be hard. After accepting the stick, and offering Isuma as many pets as he had time for, Caiside went to work, words flowing into the paper in a long, slim hand. The hardest part was fussing with the tightness of the rhyme, but finally Caiside decided it would be fine. He knew Sam’s had to be Amalia, so even though he didn’t get the connection between the bookmaker and mirrors, he knew that was who he was giving his riddle to. Born from drab armour, I entrench myself first, Then upwards I burst, Ready to share all my glamour. With his own piece of paper held out and waiting to be taken, Caiside accepted the riddle offered by Amalia, reading over the scrawled lines she had written a few times. ”It’s yarn.” Caisides voice was confident as ever, but his uncertainty showed in the quirk of his brows, an unsaid ’Isn’t it?’ trailing off the end of his words. Caiside I have never been allowed to be Holy, I have never been forgiven for Wanting;