remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
They’d both had their fair share of disdain amongst heralds and deities – though he less so, since he’d yet to be cursed or spurned by them. Perhaps it was lucky or fortunate that he’d mostly been ignored, despite never going unless he had ample reason to, spared from their hisses and growls. Only when he’d assisted in building Safrin’s shrine, only when he’d asked to become Attuned, had any of them deigned to bother with him. Helovia’s had been an outstretch of more of the same, lightning accoutrements and dastardly wakes, staring one another down and not acknowledging unless it was absolutely necessary. So he snorted at her first response, a shrug to his shoulders as he settled into one of his favored chairs, leaning into the wooden back. “Likely both.” More so the latter than anything else; asking to heal one of the goddess’ favored. His eyes went back to Rexanna briefly, considering, musing, quiet, features rendered into their familiar wake of nonchalance for a moment, before the briefest of smiles, of grins. “Amalia and I are engaged,” thereafter, he arched a brow, waiting for a reaction.The press of merriment and laughter thereafter though, was better than any melancholy tending to draw over their shared sentiments and ruminations, another snort following through. An offering of crops due to lifted barriers, shared circumstances and possibilities, the struggle of mountains – something about it clenching over his heart and lungs. The Sword’s stare swept back to the table, immersed in ruminations, of lives they once held. “We worked on the fields earlier this year.” And he discovered farming would never be his strong suit. Before Fiat Lux. Before disastrous events. Before cataclysm and fallen temples “Hopefully they will be sufficient enough to support both kingdoms.” Which might be asking a lot.
out for vengeance
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