I carried my own ashes to the mountains
His eyes narrowed, immediately suspicious and dubious. Skeptical and reserved to a great many faults, he regarded her hesitation, and inability to explain with a roughened glance, as if trying to pick apart the argument for why he wouldn’t concede.
But then again, how many times had he offered to assist others with their magic? How many times had they done the same for him, all of them combining efforts together to see how far they forged along? While not all Abandoned banded together, they certainly were comrades by association, and he could feel the increasing curiosity and inquiry sinking, slipping in, to the machinations of his mind. His eyes glanced briefly to the outline of his soldiers on the horizon, marching, jogging, investigating – he had some spare moments before he joined them on their next round. “I have some.” Brow arching, he jutted his jawline forward. “What do I need to do?”
But then again, how many times had he offered to assist others with their magic? How many times had they done the same for him, all of them combining efforts together to see how far they forged along? While not all Abandoned banded together, they certainly were comrades by association, and he could feel the increasing curiosity and inquiry sinking, slipping in, to the machinations of his mind. His eyes glanced briefly to the outline of his soldiers on the horizon, marching, jogging, investigating – he had some spare moments before he joined them on their next round. “I have some.” Brow arching, he jutted his jawline forward. “What do I need to do?”
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