An aerial view of a dry, canyon landscape, hues of red and tan and gray with the landscape extending throughout most of the photo, with a blue sky in the distance.
"We don't think much of ants, 'til they're the size of houses and burnin' down the forests. The desert is our home... and we're losin' that, too."
"In another life, perhaps I am a chicken, and a ringleader of other chickens...
...what is a chicken."
A bovine styled fantasy character holding a massive shield and a hammer
"Bastion! Bas, for friends!"
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It felt premature to voice it, but Faustine of House Valiant had a nice ring to it.
background.
"...I should attend to my sword forms," she eventually spoke, stretching out fully and putting the pendant onto her neck. "I have already delayed them twice today."
Her calculating gaze landed once more on Faustine, and then she offered a small, hopeful smile. "To the future."
"A pendant to capture the promise of distant horizons." Chloë took the pendant back from Faustine and wrapped it around her fist, which she tucked against her chest, entirely lost in thought and letting the silence between them lengthen. A peaceful silence, with the occasional bird call in the
V𝑎𝑛𝑞𝑢𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑟； 𝑁𝑜𝑢𝑛
𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑢𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡， 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑎𝑡 𝑜𝑟 𝐸𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛
𝐴 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝐼 𝑎𝑚 𝑛𝑜𝑡．
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Crawling is acceptable Falling is acceptable Puking is acceptable Crying is acceptable Pain is acceptable Blood is acceptable Quitting is not
Chloë had done in it earlier.
"Perhaps in a future where the Sundrinker has been vanquished," she offered, "something to survive for."
She gave no indication she thought of the bawdy songs Faustine mentioned.
often."
The knight fished out a small pendent from her bosom and then offered it to Faustine, which bore the House Valiant crest on the surface of the silver pendent, tied onto a thin leather necklace. The pendant was still warm, though it'd been largely hidden in the dress despite all the moving
Mine house—House Valiant—could use a blacksmith." Chloë frowned, thinking about Faustine's appearance. "You would be a curiosity. As I mentioned, there are not other Dragonborn where I am from. You would be well paid, and may return here whenever you please—but you may be looked at strangely
Chloë listened intently, keeping the majority of her thoughts to herself, until she allowed herself a slow nod.
"Perhaps armor is unrealistic as of yet. Should that change, we may revisit it. I must ask, if you so prefer the forge, would you return to it had you the chance?
𝖂𝖊 𝖆𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘,
𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖑𝖆𝖘𝖍 𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖐𝖞
𝖂𝖍𝖔 𝖗𝖔𝖆𝖗 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖗𝖚𝖒𝖇𝖑𝖊,
𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖍
𝕬𝖓𝖉 𝖜𝖍𝖔 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖉,
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖞 𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖞
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wasn't wholly sure what brought on such discourse from her, as she usually wasn't a talkative type, but this world—and Faustine's familiarity with the sword and sword-life—made her feel at home as she hadn't felt in a long time.
a single ounce of courage or muscle upon their body. Useful in the arts, but most cultures would insist upon their warriors learning their arts, lest their sword-swingers only know violence and their poets only know words. The best know both in equal measure."
Hearing all the words tumble out, she
She glanced at Faustine with brows knit together in confusion. "Surely one would not only fight their best guild-member upon entry; you'd get idiots who are only good at swinging swords around. And not only an oath, but a thorough examination of their character and past, or you'd get a poet with not
"The guild doth bother me. Were I home, I would simply tell them I was House Valiant, and they would snap to it. The one useful part of mine fame, I suppose. Here, I am not so sure. How does one enter a guild? Fight their best guild warrior and take upon them an oath to uphold the Guild's values?"
to create such armor before I inquired whether thou would make some for me. For that, I must apologize."
Her brows furrowed slightly. The guild matter really irked her, and she leaned forward slightly and glanced toward the horizon, seemingly at the broad side of a particularly large boulder.
"Were it the first time I had fought nearly naked, and without armor, we may as well be."
Chloë stared off, thinking through the apparent dilemma, and trying not to think about the occasion she mentioned.
"Perhaps I acted with haste. I should have inquired as to whether or not you had the means
excitement like some excited schoolgirl.
armor would suit me. I have mine measurements memorized for thee, too. Dost thou have a forge handy nearby? I can provide the metals needed, even, with some assistance from Eshenesra."
The thought of wearing armor again nearly made her giddy, and she stopped herself from wiggling on the spot from
At Faustine's mutterings, she could only fervently nod. A memory of King Addison saying much the same thing drifted across her mind space, and she let the silence lapse, simply enjoying the time they shared until Faustine spoke again.
"Aye," the corners of her mouth tugged into a smile. "Plate
this land shrinks to fit the wearer? " She looked to Faustine for confirmation.
Kraken before her—such an odd name, and what was a Kraken, anyway?—and then focused on the dirt at her feet.
"I feel naked as a babe without my armor. I should see about a new set from home, preferably before this dragon swoops down on us from on high. Pray tell, I've heard the enchanted armor of
That ever present red haze dominated everything, and the things that lurked within it.
Chloë drew a quiet breath and then jammed her eyes shut. Faustine was right. The people that thought they knew had no idea.
"We've been changed by that violence."
When her eyes opened, she saw the Kindly
The Eclipse played over in her mind. Her against the odds, fighting monsters more horrible than the last, dying to them.
Dying to them again and again and again, blood soaked the ground until it seeped into her boots, and she tried again, until she got it right. Her blood. Her body.
so easily discussed. Not everyone deserves access to what gave us our scars."
