[private] i'm saving my coins up, isilya

[savior]

Savior

It means something, he realizes, to hear her say that she has faith in him. It means even more than he might have expected it to. But he respects her, not only as a mage, but as a friend, and her opinion holds a considerable amount of weight.

Still, there is the glimmer of uncertainty in the pit of his gut. He has never once considered what it might be like to take the helm. But she had been queen for some time and he studies her pale face briefly before drawing in a long breath and turning to stand beside her, surveying the landscape instead.

It has been quiet in Gale’s absence and he is grateful for that. He swallows and nods in the wake of her promise. They have much in common, the two of them, though she is more powerful than he could ever hope to be. 

“I’m counting on you not to let me fail,” he says with a sly grin, something like teasing in his tone. But then he releases a breath, his grin fading into something more resolute. He will do it because he can see no other choice. He cannot let Tephra fall into the hands of darkness again. 

He shakes his head, something somber settling over him as they stand there together in the silence that follows. “I’ll do it,” he murmurs, thinking of the promise he’d made Casimira. He shifts his focus back to Isilya and asks, “is it normal to be this afraid?”

YOU REMIND ME WHO I WAS AND WHO I WANT TO BE
YOU REMIND ME THOUGH NOT WHOLE, I’M NOT EMPTY

@Isilya