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You stand against the wooden bulwark of the boat. For the occasion, you have donned your armour again. If this Trial has to begin, you won’t be caught hiding in the depths of the ship like a sewer rat.
No, if they want to chain you, let them know they are chaining a Knight of Ansàrra.
In training.
You attach your sword to your hip, and secure Carnaval’s feather as well. You cover your shoulders with the half of Master’s hood. The other half is in the Thronelands… hopefully keeping the children you gave it to warm during their dark nights.
The cameo shining upon your breast, you wonder for a moment if you shouldn’t also try and bare your body as well… just to better entertain certain Maduan skinship traditions.
But it’s just one thought of many, together with a few other ideas that had flocked to your mind. Perhaps you could even make a seal of some sort, using your cameo, use it as a way to message Master… to let him know you are here.
Your hands grow sweaty under the armour, as the ships draw close, and the tallest one, a white vessel with tight sails swollen with wind, rushes towards you, its shadow covering the entirety of the deck as guards and priests and officers lean over to glance at you.
Rubida stands next to you, her jaw set.
“Like we decided, Candente. Stand proud, and show what this journey has given you. The sword of the Malostromo, Carnaval’s feather…”
“Ansàrra’s gift,” you add, your fingers touching the cameo. It seems to buzz under your touch. “And everything else…” you add, turning to regard Soralisa, who turns away blushing, and Rubida, whose smile grows wider.
[cont.]
You stand against the wooden bulwark of the boat. For the occasion, you have donned your armour again. If this Trial has to begin, you won’t be caught hiding in the depths of the ship like a sewer rat.
No, if they want to chain you, let them know they are chaining a Knight of Ansàrra.
In training.
You attach your sword to your hip, and secure Carnaval’s feather as well. You cover your shoulders with the half of Master’s hood. The other half is in the Thronelands… hopefully keeping the children you gave it to warm during their dark nights.
The cameo shining upon your breast, you wonder for a moment if you shouldn’t also try and bare your body as well… just to better entertain certain Maduan skinship traditions.
But it’s just one thought of many, together with a few other ideas that had flocked to your mind. Perhaps you could even make a seal of some sort, using your cameo, use it as a way to message Master… to let him know you are here.
Your hands grow sweaty under the armour, as the ships draw close, and the tallest one, a white vessel with tight sails swollen with wind, rushes towards you, its shadow covering the entirety of the deck as guards and priests and officers lean over to glance at you.
Rubida stands next to you, her jaw set.
“Like we decided, Candente. Stand proud, and show what this journey has given you. The sword of the Malostromo, Carnaval’s feather…”
“Ansàrra’s gift,” you add, your fingers touching the cameo. It seems to buzz under your touch. “And everything else…” you add, turning to regard Soralisa, who turns away blushing, and Rubida, whose smile grows wider.
[cont.]
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