Ru
“I’ve never been here either,” she admits easily, eyes roving over the obsidian rivers of hardened lava that echo strangely beneath their footsteps. A mimicry of stone. It’s not a far cry from the remnants of the eruption in Torchline, though it’s undoubtedly more widespread; continuous flows clearly having built layers upon layers that hardened into traversable pathways.
Adventuring has never particularly called her name even in youth, but knowledge is power, and that alone is her reasoning for exploring every far reach of Caido. Of course today is different; Deimos had invited her out after all, and Ru would never turn down a chance to spend time with her heart-brother. His inquiry isn’t unexpected, though he beats her to it. Smiling warmly, she moves closer, drawn away from her curious wandering. “Better than I’ve been in a long time. Bored, sometimes, but in that restless way that always comes before war.” She’s certain he knows what she means. They’d often experienced that restless itch at the same time, waiting on the same frontlines. “And you? No problems during the winter this time?” The silence, the waiting and wondering, it would never get easier. The only solution would be moving back, and Hotaru admittedly was avoiding that particular choice, too torn between possibilities.
Adventuring has never particularly called her name even in youth, but knowledge is power, and that alone is her reasoning for exploring every far reach of Caido. Of course today is different; Deimos had invited her out after all, and Ru would never turn down a chance to spend time with her heart-brother. His inquiry isn’t unexpected, though he beats her to it. Smiling warmly, she moves closer, drawn away from her curious wandering. “Better than I’ve been in a long time. Bored, sometimes, but in that restless way that always comes before war.” She’s certain he knows what she means. They’d often experienced that restless itch at the same time, waiting on the same frontlines. “And you? No problems during the winter this time?” The silence, the waiting and wondering, it would never get easier. The only solution would be moving back, and Hotaru admittedly was avoiding that particular choice, too torn between possibilities.
In a coat of gold or of red, a lion still has claws
And mine are long and sharp, my lord
And mine are long and sharp, my lord
as long and sharp as yours
