#overthevale

EVERYONE HAD BEEN BEEN TREATING HIM TOO CAREFULLY, ever since gotten downed in that battle. he'd gotten two scars across the right side of his face opposite to his birthmark. they still hurt when he talked but loza said it gave him character. he'd ditched the sword and shield, too large for his still growing body, and instead of adding protection they only slowed him down. he’d picked up a hammer with a bit too long of a handle. using the wood to block incoming attacks and the rest as weapon.

[ @overthevale | either to thimble for c4, or to jester for c2! ]

the sound of fluttering winds just reaches his ears over the rolling thunder, a small bright form holding position despite the strong wind tearing down the rolling hills.

[ @overthevale ]

AT TIMES LIKE THIS, HE HATES HOW SMALL HE FEELS AROUND THEM. as if whatever years have passed are erased in a moment and he's the young uncertain kid that ended in their camp. it lowers his usual inhibitions, and the deep ache where he feels the bruises form doesn't help. “ i'm not a boy anymore, kattigan. you don't need to babysit me. ” he argues, even though part of him wants to curl up on the bed like he is that boy again.

azune knows he's lucky to have escaped, that @overthevale doesn’t deserve to be the target of his frustration. normally he would busy himself with fixing his braid, but his fingers are sore from how they were bound to prevent spell casting. they weren’t betting on his innate sorcery allowing him to overcome those limitations. or rather they got sloppy, not having cuffs that prevented magic or expecting his arcane focus to be a small bracelet.

[ @overthevale | to mayali! ]

@overthevale, kattigan & mayali

SHE STAYS QUIET FOR A MOMENT, GREY EYES STARING AT THE AMBER LIQUID IN HER GLASS. she takes a sip, letting the alcohol burn her throat and raises her shoulder in a half-shrug. “ don't we all? ” mayali asks back, swirling her drink in hand. “ for some it's honor, or faith. knowledge. the promise of power or the memory of loved ones. it doesn't matter if it's pious or sinister, everyone has a reason to drive them forward. ” she's seen it all these years. some were truly driven by ideals, others relied on self-preservation or selfish instincts.