OLIVER
Loren had a point, absolutely. There were thirteen different types of magic and Oliver could barely even name seven. Whatever he had could be extremely dangerous. The lack of knowing what it was scared him, made him feel worried about what would happen if his magic got out of control whilst they were still waiting for LongNight to end. He gnawed on his lip nervously, in deep thought about what he could have.
Oliver didn't really like the fact that Loren wasn't too positive that both would survive. He wasn't a fan of constant optimism, but it wasn't a comforting thought in the slightest. "We both will survive...I know it." He said it with a small punch in his voice, trying to solidify that it would come true. Both of them would survive. They could work this out.
The words brought comfort to Oliver, but he didn't like the fact that people would tell him that he was cursed...and were they really wrong? Oliver had seen that others could turn the magical abilities into great things: heal people, create useful tools and supplies. It could be a blessing, and not a curse, but for the time being Oliver wasn't sure if his was the same way. He wanted to be helpful, to show that it was a gift that he was graciously given.
"I...I want to believe you, but how can it be a gift when the gods ignore the abandoned?" So many people at this point had told him that the gods would someday talk to him. That he shouldn't expect a response or belittle them. To give them offerings and expect nothing in return, yet he still wouldn't learn. Oliver was stubborn and a bit ignorant. He kept resisting and feeling a bit of resentment towards the gods...but could he really help it?
"I'll try to be as helpful as I can...I want to turn this into a gift, no matter how much practice it takes." He wanted to be useful and not a burden. To help Loren in the manor and others in his day to day life.
"How can I avoid hurting people? Especially with the one I don't know anything about? What if....what if it accidentally slips out?
Oliver didn't really like the fact that Loren wasn't too positive that both would survive. He wasn't a fan of constant optimism, but it wasn't a comforting thought in the slightest. "We both will survive...I know it." He said it with a small punch in his voice, trying to solidify that it would come true. Both of them would survive. They could work this out.
The words brought comfort to Oliver, but he didn't like the fact that people would tell him that he was cursed...and were they really wrong? Oliver had seen that others could turn the magical abilities into great things: heal people, create useful tools and supplies. It could be a blessing, and not a curse, but for the time being Oliver wasn't sure if his was the same way. He wanted to be helpful, to show that it was a gift that he was graciously given.
"I...I want to believe you, but how can it be a gift when the gods ignore the abandoned?" So many people at this point had told him that the gods would someday talk to him. That he shouldn't expect a response or belittle them. To give them offerings and expect nothing in return, yet he still wouldn't learn. Oliver was stubborn and a bit ignorant. He kept resisting and feeling a bit of resentment towards the gods...but could he really help it?
"I'll try to be as helpful as I can...I want to turn this into a gift, no matter how much practice it takes." He wanted to be useful and not a burden. To help Loren in the manor and others in his day to day life.
"How can I avoid hurting people? Especially with the one I don't know anything about? What if....what if it accidentally slips out?
i saw that my life
was a vast glowing empty page
and i could do anything i wanted
