Roki stood, a withered husk of himself. Roots just dug into the ground. Where his chest felt hollow, light enough to waver with the wind. Yet there his toes dug. There the pads of his feet planted. Enough to stand. To hold against the cold wind that threatened to carry him off into the darkness.
T'were it not for the howls of Ne, then could be, the young squire would have wandered still. Into the abyss that was his ashen heart. So hungry for rain.
"Monk Agata," he said, voice empty, eyes open and wide as their gold took in the light that had shimmered across the scale. A distance there in his heart. A division between himself of the Monastery, and himself of the Fire. "I... I will help, however I can, as, as a prospective knight!"
What a stupid boy he must have sounded like. Hands balled into fists. He pushed his breath out once more, and let his hands loosen.
"Teach me," he wanted to grow again. Grow strong. "Please..."
Noa
T'were it not for the howls of Ne, then could be, the young squire would have wandered still. Into the abyss that was his ashen heart. So hungry for rain.
"Monk Agata," he said, voice empty, eyes open and wide as their gold took in the light that had shimmered across the scale. A distance there in his heart. A division between himself of the Monastery, and himself of the Fire. "I... I will help, however I can, as, as a prospective knight!"
What a stupid boy he must have sounded like. Hands balled into fists. He pushed his breath out once more, and let his hands loosen.
"Teach me," he wanted to grow again. Grow strong. "Please..."
Noa