[ Trahearne doesn't respond right away. His gaze is distant over the crowd milling about the auction. The leaves that decorate him sway gently in the hot, late summer breeze.
How does he describe this? How does he put into words an affection so deep, one he only started to acknowledge in his more recent years? ]
He...changed my life. For so long I spent wander what felt like a lonely, aimless existence, my purpose forever out of reach.
But the day I met him...everything began to fall into place. [ He huffs a very light laugh at the memory. ] I thought he was presumptuous at first--he held no reverent respect for me as firstborn, as most saplings do. It was only later that I realised he regarded me as a friend--he saw right through me, and understood we would need a stronger bond if we were to face our destinies together.
[ Despite the melancholy tugging at his heart, a smile crosses his face. It's distant, longing. ]
He's the light of my life. He is an inspiration to every Tyrian who seeks a better life and peace from the dragons. So many have rallied behind him because of it. He pushes forward despite reasonable doubt, he has unwavering conviction in his purpose and what is right. Perhaps one may call it recklessness, yes--but it's because of that, that he's accomplished all he has. He has always been there for me, for others when hope was down, to encourage us all to keep going. He cares so deeply, I worry sometimes that he burdens himself too much with other's troubles, that he has no room to deal with his own.
[ He sighs. ] He's a powerful fighter--he's my second-in-command for good reason. Yet he maintains an elegance about him that rivals the nobles of Divinity's Reach. He's... He's beautiful. His leaves have such a rich sheen, and they frame his face perfectly. His glow reminds me of rivers, the veins and lifeblood of the world; of stars, beacons in the dark of night. He has such a delightful laugh...
[ The smile drops. He doubts he's listed every reason--he could honestly go on forever, but the nagging doubts in the back of his mind only grow louder. ]
For a...very long time I've struggled to justify any reason as to why I might deserve someone like him.
[ He looks at his hands, like Syrlya has slipped through the gaps between his fingers. The outlines of his hands blur as tears fill his eyes, resignation filling his voice. ]
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How does he describe this? How does he put into words an affection so deep, one he only started to acknowledge in his more recent years? ]
He...changed my life. For so long I spent wander what felt like a lonely, aimless existence, my purpose forever out of reach.
But the day I met him...everything began to fall into place. [ He huffs a very light laugh at the memory. ] I thought he was presumptuous at first--he held no reverent respect for me as firstborn, as most saplings do. It was only later that I realised he regarded me as a friend--he saw right through me, and understood we would need a stronger bond if we were to face our destinies together.
[ Despite the melancholy tugging at his heart, a smile crosses his face. It's distant, longing. ]
He's the light of my life. He is an inspiration to every Tyrian who seeks a better life and peace from the dragons. So many have rallied behind him because of it. He pushes forward despite reasonable doubt, he has unwavering conviction in his purpose and what is right. Perhaps one may call it recklessness, yes--but it's because of that, that he's accomplished all he has. He has always been there for me, for others when hope was down, to encourage us all to keep going. He cares so deeply, I worry sometimes that he burdens himself too much with other's troubles, that he has no room to deal with his own.
[ He sighs. ] He's a powerful fighter--he's my second-in-command for good reason. Yet he maintains an elegance about him that rivals the nobles of Divinity's Reach. He's... He's beautiful. His leaves have such a rich sheen, and they frame his face perfectly. His glow reminds me of rivers, the veins and lifeblood of the world; of stars, beacons in the dark of night. He has such a delightful laugh...
[ The smile drops. He doubts he's listed every reason--he could honestly go on forever, but the nagging doubts in the back of his mind only grow louder. ]
For a...very long time I've struggled to justify any reason as to why I might deserve someone like him.
[ He looks at his hands, like Syrlya has slipped through the gaps between his fingers. The outlines of his hands blur as tears fill his eyes, resignation filling his voice. ]
It seems I don't.