Azrael
A companion? Their head swivels toward their father with bright, wide eyes of thought. “Like Pittore? Or… An animal animal companion?” They ask quietly, lips pursing slightly as they consider the options. “I haven’t thought about it… But I wonder if I can get a dragon!” They suddenly think up with a laugh, a chimed bubbly one that almost seems to scream Rexanna in its tones.
Regardless, they follow their father up and up through the spire, climbing over the pieces they need to as they offer the fact that they don’t want to fight in the war. The agreement loosens something tight in their chest and hearing their father’s laugh has them smiling to themself, stepping up further and further. “You’ll be careful though, won’t you Papa?” They ask, their voice soft despite their worries, despite the fear of what could happen.
Regardless, they follow their father up and up through the spire, climbing over the pieces they need to as they offer the fact that they don’t want to fight in the war. The agreement loosens something tight in their chest and hearing their father’s laugh has them smiling to themself, stepping up further and further. “You’ll be careful though, won’t you Papa?” They ask, their voice soft despite their worries, despite the fear of what could happen.
Oh, brother, run fast, brother, run fast
They're coming your way, coming your way
They're coming your way, coming your way
