there is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in
Henry listens as Bastien and Wessex discuss the promise in Azrael, and he can't help but to agree - at least, inwardly. Outwardly, he remains stoically silent. From what he knows of them, they are bright and eager to actually help, far more inspiring than some adults he knows. He's not quite aware of Azrael's sped up aging process, though, and so he's a bit confused as to what Bastien means. Not that it needs to be dwelled on now, of course.
He nods gratefully to them both, a bit of relief shrugging down his shoulders. At least they are still a strong community through the end of the battle against the monsters. However, something does bug him. "If it's like you say, and we won't know until next LongNight... if they come back, I want to fight against them with you the next time," he pipes up, and his darkened tone leaves no room for argument, "I may not speak for anyone but myself, but this was not a battle that should've been on the Ascended's shoulders alone to begin with and I will not be able to rest if they still haunt these grounds."
But he eases back, fine with letting the subject drop as Wessex moves on to ask about the Sparkbird. The very thing that had caused his farm to become demolished. It was too close to the settlements, the dry grass had caught fire and nothing had survived. Not even the damn animals.
Henry's gaze shifts towards Bastien, because he is in the same boat; he has no clue why the bird had done this to them. But a solution is required, and so he leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees and look up between the two of them, "I can go to Frey, since that seems the most reasonable option. I'm not an Accepted, but I am Attuned thanks to them. Maybe they'll be willing to tell me something we can do."
He nods gratefully to them both, a bit of relief shrugging down his shoulders. At least they are still a strong community through the end of the battle against the monsters. However, something does bug him. "If it's like you say, and we won't know until next LongNight... if they come back, I want to fight against them with you the next time," he pipes up, and his darkened tone leaves no room for argument, "I may not speak for anyone but myself, but this was not a battle that should've been on the Ascended's shoulders alone to begin with and I will not be able to rest if they still haunt these grounds."
But he eases back, fine with letting the subject drop as Wessex moves on to ask about the Sparkbird. The very thing that had caused his farm to become demolished. It was too close to the settlements, the dry grass had caught fire and nothing had survived. Not even the damn animals.
Henry's gaze shifts towards Bastien, because he is in the same boat; he has no clue why the bird had done this to them. But a solution is required, and so he leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees and look up between the two of them, "I can go to Frey, since that seems the most reasonable option. I'm not an Accepted, but I am Attuned thanks to them. Maybe they'll be willing to tell me something we can do."
HENRY
