>>6086498Under the silent sky, the recent events are starting to make you wonder.
You were never one to think of yourself as special. You were merely lucky — picked up by one of the most important and powerful men in all of the Holy Land, to be his apprentice, his first disciple in twenty years.
He could have picked up anyone else, really.
Sometimes you wonder if he’d ought to, especially during the first few excruciating months.
Your wrap your hand around your cameo, a familiar gesture that you have been repeating time and time again over the past few years. In fact, it was only when he gave you this gift that you started to see yourself as… worthy.
You frown and let your gaze roam over the exquisite manufacture, calling the echoes of Saint Bragia from the still ivory. Her profile, stern yet confident, her slender hand grasping at her weapon — and you felt such a connection to her.
The same connection that now rested upon your shoulders, inside your bones, glistening in the roots of your marrow.
A pull.
Towards what?
“You spoke of destiny,” you nervously say, turning towards Salicera.
Ansàrra’s presence and Her touch has always been soothing. It still is, and maybe that’s the only reason why you can hold onto your words and not collapse in a stunned heap, your stomach clenched.
“What’s going on?” She asks, setting her hand against your cheek, exploring your gaze with her own brown and grey one. “Argia, are you alright?”
“I am a bit stunned,” you explain, licking your lips. “In the span of three days, I was visited by the Sun-Birther, I was protected during the molten spring, and now this touch… I thought it would be nothing more than an afterthought for Ansàrra, and yet—” you shake your head. “I don’t know what to do. I ought to speak with Master. Perhaps.”
Salicera’s gaze shifts past your, towards the orchard where you had decided to stop and talk. There is a keen vibration through her body, tensing like a bow about to shoot. Instinctively, you understand it — it’s too raw to be filtered through the dance of words and said-unsaid that gives you such a headache.
Maybe she will get mad at you. For being selfish. Like she accused Kishirra of being, and now there you are, falling into the same mistake—
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