Chibis of Amber and Brentan that got done tonight!

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African Peanut Soup: A morally gray decision your character makes

Chicken Noodle Soup: Your favorite hurt/comfort scene

African Peanut Soup: Fragments of Magic (Summary because I'm not to that part of the plot yet :') ) : Letting the guy who's hunting you down go on the promise that he leaves the others like her alone.

Chicken Noodle Soup:

(Fragments of Magic draft 3)

“So. What help do you require Brentan Rennart Tormond?” 

Brentan shuddered at the use of his full name, wondering how she managed to make it sound so alluring when it had been so long since he’d heard it last. A name he’d long left behind him in order to survive, it dripped from her lips like sweet nectar leaving him strangled for words as he choked on the sensation that awoke within him. 

“It’s not for me it’s for her.” He said looking down at Amber, fighting to stay focused and not lose himself to the temptation before him. “She broke her arm and has Pearl Blossom Fever. I can’t get her warm and I need help.” 

“I’m afraid I’ll be of little help to you, or her for that matter. I’m the Goddess of change and love, not of healing. You’d be better off asking Lord Diamond for his assistance since that’s his realm of influence, and by extension yours too, little Shard.” The goddess reasoned. 

“But I’m not a healer! Healing has never been one of my strong suits!” Brentan explained. The goddess eyed him for a moment.

“Have you tried?” 

The question caught him off guard. He had been in more than one healing house when he had still lived in Tangelo and he’d watched the trained healers channel the healing magic using the Air Rune word ‘Voxarim.’ Being a Shard he knew he didn’t have the same limitations and yet he couldn’t grasp the concept of how to go about healing others. 

“Of course I haven’t tried! I’ve never been able to get it to work before so why would it work this time around! I don’t have time to try!” he sputtered. The goddess narrowed her eyes at him.

“If you aren’t even willing to try then I’m afraid I cannot help you. This is beyond my realm of influence, little Shard.” She glided back towards the center of the lake once more, her feet slipping seamlessly into the water without disturbing its surface. 

“Wait please!” Brentan cried out, his voice echoing throughout the cavern, “I’ll do anything!” 

A knowing smile crossed the Goddess’ face, similar to the one depicted on her statue. Brentan blinked and in an instant she was before them, her face leaning in close to his, her deep magenta eyes boring into his. 

“Anything?” She asked, her voice deep and smooth. Brentan bit the inside of his cheek and shrank back suddenly realizing the extent of what he had just offered. Amber groaned softly clutching her arm, her cheek was warm against his collar bone. He looked down to her, the woman who’d saved his life today and tightened his jaw. 

Anything.