Hope is our four-letter word; Nashua

[Leilan]

Leilan

There is little to tell. Little to explain when there is so little that needs to be understood. Nashua has all the right instincts, and though he is surprised now, Leilan thinks he will know, in time. If he didn't already.

There is a corner of his mouth that twitches, moving slightly upward in his dark brown face. There is a flash of green in the magician's quicksilver eyes when the chestnut blurts out 'wha', though it fades when Nashua recovers, and the conversation moves from his initial surprise to resignation. "I made a promise to your brother, and to myself. It is still unknown what happened to your mother, and I'm going to find out. How long... I don't know." He shrugs a little - to him it's not that important how long it will take.

"Nashua, you will do fine. And don't forget, you'll never get rid of me. Your twin already found out how to call for me. Dreadfully annoying, but should you need to, I'll find a way home as quickly as possible." Which is quick, obviously from the serious but warm look in his eyes, even if he does use a playful undertone - as always.

"Please don't let the Isle melt while I'm gone. I do so like the cold."

I don’t think the world is sold
on just doing what we’re told

@Nashua