>>6119703ou sigh.
“I hate how much sense you make sometimes. I think I’m just confused. And a little scared.”
“That’s absurd.”
“How—”
“Argia, do you even listen to yourself? How can you be scared when Ansàrra is clearly leading you somewhere? Have some respect for us poor mortals who have to figure it all out by themselves,” she chuckles, rubbing her hand over your shoulder. “If she is showing you these memories, then there must be a reason behind it. Are you seriously asking me if you should… what? Have more faith in the Sun-Birther?”
“Oh. Uh. When you put it like that…”
“See?”
You two detach and you stand looking at the open sea, taking in the immensity of blue, the terse azure of the sky and the silver-dotted cerulean of the ocean. The wind sifts some of that sand back and forth.
“I would like to find answers,” you sigh.
“I would like to have the right questions,” Willow replies. “But whatever it is, I’m sure I’m doing the right thing, staying with you three. Especially with you, Argia. I have received some kind of — offer, in the past. To take another road.”
“The Advers—”
“Oh for fuck’s sake, no! I don’t care about the Stilladìa. It was just an idea by someone else, alright? I’m not going to consider it,” she replies, rubbing her chest. “At least, there is no need to consider it. I’ll just take it as it is. And I’ll just do my best.” She shrugs. “I believe in your destiny, Argia. And I believe in my own.” She looks at the sky as well. “And I know that I’ll go far. Is it so hard to do the same?”
“It is,” you reply, “when I don’t want to take one step further than my goal.”
“You still think this will be a straight and narrow road?”
And to that, you have no answer. Once again.
“At least, you won’t have to travel it alone,” she adds, setting her head against your shoulder.
[cont.]
