Edwyn
the goal isn't to
live forever
live forever
Cheerful and chipper as ever, Edwyn approaches the barracks with a strange familiarity. He's been here before, and would have looked just as out of place then. But it's important for writers to know about that which they write, and so he's spent time mulling about with the weapons and watching training spars as they've happened. Rarely does he ever partake. So what's changed? Well. Now Edwyn has this new idea for a character who's a bit of a ruffian.
"A writer and a potter. It's almost like the beginning of some sort of bad joke." Constantly upbeat and unfailingly always with a smile, Edwyn flashes his counterpart a wide grin before turning back to look at the weapons on offer. "I'll be honest. Though I write about these and have held them enough to get the heft of them...I really know very little about fighting." There's absolutely no embarrassment in the ascended's voice though, Edwyn having all the self-confidence of a man who has never been truly beaten down by the world.
"A writer and a potter. It's almost like the beginning of some sort of bad joke." Constantly upbeat and unfailingly always with a smile, Edwyn flashes his counterpart a wide grin before turning back to look at the weapons on offer. "I'll be honest. Though I write about these and have held them enough to get the heft of them...I really know very little about fighting." There's absolutely no embarrassment in the ascended's voice though, Edwyn having all the self-confidence of a man who has never been truly beaten down by the world.
it's to create something that
w i l l
w i l l
