01-19-2022, 01:51 AM
Leilan
He’s flailing and he knows it - well, knows it now. Something akin to waking, the icy mage decides to take a stroll over the silent Isle. There is little activity to find; tracks of Nashua, barely. Others? They’re good at hiding.
He is taken back to a time when the Isle was being fought over - it had happened to surface accidentally when telling those Hyaline youngsters their desired tale. He suspects that it isn’t the sort of story they had been looking for, but it was all he knew about the lake kingdom. Yes, he might pinch his brain for the name of one of those early leaders of the place, or if maybe something else significant came to him. Or maybe he should invest more and dig for residues of memories in the place. But that would be an investment in something he wasn’t all that connected to at all.
The emptiness surrounds him and reminds him of the time after the Isle was fought over. When it no longer had to function as a safe haven from the Plague and the Nerinians that had come, left one by one. Some just wandered off, others took their shifted shape, some more would never come back because they were lost or gone for good. And sometimes he thinks he should have been one of them.
Logic and habit keep him. The Isle is still the kingdom seat and even if it isn’t any more (the boy is tired, and his brother is willing), someone should at least look after it. He remembers the faerie’s request. To become more should have a meaning, not just for himself. It was how he had found Beryl back then.
It was how he found Fyr right now.
Yet this time there is a part of him that’s missing. A connection he no longer will make to the young. Fyr will leave eventually, too, so he doesn’t even begin to want to care. But he can still be a force for good. Or bad. Pending what the young will make of his life later on.
”You’re no match for the sky, but kudos for trying.”
The scaled magician appears and speaks, as usual coming out from seemingly nothing. It’s that perk of being a mage.
He is taken back to a time when the Isle was being fought over - it had happened to surface accidentally when telling those Hyaline youngsters their desired tale. He suspects that it isn’t the sort of story they had been looking for, but it was all he knew about the lake kingdom. Yes, he might pinch his brain for the name of one of those early leaders of the place, or if maybe something else significant came to him. Or maybe he should invest more and dig for residues of memories in the place. But that would be an investment in something he wasn’t all that connected to at all.
The emptiness surrounds him and reminds him of the time after the Isle was fought over. When it no longer had to function as a safe haven from the Plague and the Nerinians that had come, left one by one. Some just wandered off, others took their shifted shape, some more would never come back because they were lost or gone for good. And sometimes he thinks he should have been one of them.
Logic and habit keep him. The Isle is still the kingdom seat and even if it isn’t any more (the boy is tired, and his brother is willing), someone should at least look after it. He remembers the faerie’s request. To become more should have a meaning, not just for himself. It was how he had found Beryl back then.
It was how he found Fyr right now.
Yet this time there is a part of him that’s missing. A connection he no longer will make to the young. Fyr will leave eventually, too, so he doesn’t even begin to want to care. But he can still be a force for good. Or bad. Pending what the young will make of his life later on.
”You’re no match for the sky, but kudos for trying.”
The scaled magician appears and speaks, as usual coming out from seemingly nothing. It’s that perk of being a mage.
told you I'd change
even when I knew I never could
even when I knew I never could
@Fyr
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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