[ Jill’s wish does not fail to bring a soft smile to Clive’s lips, even as he shakes his head in wry amusement; how is it that even without her memory of him to inform her choices, she still uses her wish on him rather than herself. He supposes that some things never change. ]
These are my terms, my lady. If there is aught I know of myself or my place in the world, it is that I belong at your side.
[ For what good are wings if you have nowhere to roost? Even if he could fly free, he would always return to her at the end of the day. Besides, the armor might not be comfortable but it still suits him—it allows him to protect the people he loves, to protect her.
He’s on his feet the moment their environment begins to change, and Torgal beside him with his hackles raised at the sudden noise. Origin is there, floating ominously in the once-tranquil sky, but it’s gone almost as soon as it appears, taking with it all the lingering light of the stars and the moon.
Jill stands next, and he’s ready to act at a moment’s notice, but Clive doesn’t try to stop her from picking up the jar and opening it. As the sky clears, he begins to relax again, but she goes on in silence, and he finds that he dislikes it. What is she thinking? Is she all right? He approaches her and reaches out to touch her shoulder. ]
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These are my terms, my lady. If there is aught I know of myself or my place in the world, it is that I belong at your side.
[ For what good are wings if you have nowhere to roost? Even if he could fly free, he would always return to her at the end of the day. Besides, the armor might not be comfortable but it still suits him—it allows him to protect the people he loves, to protect her.
He’s on his feet the moment their environment begins to change, and Torgal beside him with his hackles raised at the sudden noise. Origin is there, floating ominously in the once-tranquil sky, but it’s gone almost as soon as it appears, taking with it all the lingering light of the stars and the moon.
Jill stands next, and he’s ready to act at a moment’s notice, but Clive doesn’t try to stop her from picking up the jar and opening it. As the sky clears, he begins to relax again, but she goes on in silence, and he finds that he dislikes it. What is she thinking? Is she all right? He approaches her and reaches out to touch her shoulder. ]
My lady…?