"We must stop the bleeding, Andre," she insisted, her tone and expression remaining as serious as before. Without asking for further permission, as she already knew how stubborn Andre could be about such matters, Clover stepped closer to his side and observed his bleeding arm. There were voices behind her when her hands moved near the wound; one of them open, the other holding a small branch. Her eyes closed then, and as the aether started flowing from her hands into her friend's flesh, she heard nothing.
'The elementals have many stories to tell. You simply must learn to listen to them,' her grandpa told her once. Ah, she could see his smiling face again, giving sense to everything. Making the world right. But as much as Clover had trained her conjury, as much as she'd tried to communicate with the elementals whenever she borrowed aether from nature, no voices had been heard and no stories had been told. Just like now.
"......"
It could have been mere seconds or whole minutes; she couldn't tell. When her mind came back to reality and her eyes finally opened slowly, she took a look at the wound. It wasn't fully healed, but the bleeding had stopped; that was more than enough for now. Only after making sure that her work was done, she turned her head on time to meet Xydane's eyes. She'd seen that look before. It looked like a farewell.
As the young man turned to the other female, both ready to march alone against the Ixal army, Clover followed an impulse.
"Take me with you!" She raised her voice, more so than the usual, to get their attention before their departure. Her tone, slightly desperate, spoke of humble determination. Her heart, racing inside her chest, spoke of fear. And as she stared at the two figures, her eyes spoke of both.
"I know some conjury, please take me with you!"
'The elementals have many stories to tell. You simply must learn to listen to them,' her grandpa told her once. Ah, she could see his smiling face again, giving sense to everything. Making the world right. But as much as Clover had trained her conjury, as much as she'd tried to communicate with the elementals whenever she borrowed aether from nature, no voices had been heard and no stories had been told. Just like now.
"......"
It could have been mere seconds or whole minutes; she couldn't tell. When her mind came back to reality and her eyes finally opened slowly, she took a look at the wound. It wasn't fully healed, but the bleeding had stopped; that was more than enough for now. Only after making sure that her work was done, she turned her head on time to meet Xydane's eyes. She'd seen that look before. It looked like a farewell.
As the young man turned to the other female, both ready to march alone against the Ixal army, Clover followed an impulse.
"Take me with you!" She raised her voice, more so than the usual, to get their attention before their departure. Her tone, slightly desperate, spoke of humble determination. Her heart, racing inside her chest, spoke of fear. And as she stared at the two figures, her eyes spoke of both.
"I know some conjury, please take me with you!"
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Clover Blake (Hyur) /Â K'mih Yohko (Miqo'te)
