Peter honestly hadn’t been sure if he had to formally sign up for Zariah’s army, but a part of him, the part run by his anxiety and fears of disappointing anyone drove him to the temple. He entered just in time to catch the tail end of Adams words, his feet moving despite his mind blanking the second Peter realized who it was.
Adam opinions on his new family were still fresh in Peters mind, made fresher by seeing him, and this was not the place for doubts. He managed to pull his face into a blank mask, and came up silently behind Adam, a rough pencil appearing in his hand as he did. ”I’ll help you.”
"Good?" Peter looked between the two guards, more so he had something other than Adam to look at.
Adam opinions on his new family were still fresh in Peters mind, made fresher by seeing him, and this was not the place for doubts. He managed to pull his face into a blank mask, and came up silently behind Adam, a rough pencil appearing in his hand as he did. ”I’ll help you.”
Peter Launceleyn, 26, Destined
Adam Pikely, 27, Accepted
Adam Pikely, 27, Accepted
"Good?" Peter looked between the two guards, more so he had something other than Adam to look at.
