remember that you can't save everyone
remember that you have to try
Her statement earned another snort, and he glanced again at his own drink, inspecting its nuances, fibers; he’d never been particularly picky about his liquor. In days leading up to battle, anything snagged and available had been fine amongst and amidst the barracks, waiting for their throats to be left aflame, some trying to forget what was on the horizon. The Warden’s request caused a brief furrowing of his brows, likely in concentration towards the empty mug she’d acquired – adhering to the testing of his abilities. Like a challenge. Like a provocation. Like a goading, and being overly fond of any semblance of dares, the beast adhered. He’d never been one for overly sweetened drinks, not his particular style, but that didn’t mean he judged her for preferences. Instead, he brought forth incantations of earth, for the berries, for the cider influences, amongst and amidst the creation enchantments, so when the mug ceased to glow in its gilded proportions, the resin was filled with the supposed liquid. Whether or not it would be any good would likely be a matter of opinion, and the smallest smirk, very juvenile and boyish again, lingered in the corner of his mouth. “Does that suffice?”
The snicker didn’t wane when pressed for his experiences in the Greatwood, though a sigh filtered its way through his lungs. “A few.” It was bizarre, in some intervals, to think about how many damned lands and things he and so many of his loved ones had been through – how many were no longer there in his life, and the feats they’d managed to accomplish along the way. It’d instilled a variety of skills and sagacity, and the monolith was willing to share portions of them, when applicable or necessary. “Some friends went exploring in the Greatwood when the barrier first dropped. The Fae did not take kindly to their curiosity, and took them to the Sidhe Village.” A simplistic response, not conveying the apprehension, the panic, the rage, in realizing, in hearing, that Kiada and Amalia were to be sacrificed. “A couple of us went after them.” A shrug, as if this was naught – just the damned beginning of a series of adventures.
out for vengeance
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