Roen took up an orange, peeling it slowly as she peered sidelong at the markings on the parchment. She could not make heads nor tails of it but she stole glances anyway, curious. Daegsatz’s careful diligence clearly meant that it held some significance, even if just for him.
“I have been training since I could hold a wooden sword!†the paladin replied with feigned indignation. She laid half of an orange near the Roegadyn before peeling off a piece from her own. “I started training…after my mother died.†Her voice grew soft with the recollection. “I was seven years old.â€
She looked back down at the orange in her hand. “I thought if I became a knight I could protect, and...even heal my father’s broken heart.†Roen exhaled, staring absently at the fruit. “I thought, had I been a knight sooner, I could have protected my mother as well.†She snorted quietly. “What did I know then? I was but seven years old.â€
Roen was about to take a bite of a piece when she paused and arched a brow at Daegsatz, his earlier words finally sinking in. “Did you say landsickness…?â€
“I have been training since I could hold a wooden sword!†the paladin replied with feigned indignation. She laid half of an orange near the Roegadyn before peeling off a piece from her own. “I started training…after my mother died.†Her voice grew soft with the recollection. “I was seven years old.â€
She looked back down at the orange in her hand. “I thought if I became a knight I could protect, and...even heal my father’s broken heart.†Roen exhaled, staring absently at the fruit. “I thought, had I been a knight sooner, I could have protected my mother as well.†She snorted quietly. “What did I know then? I was but seven years old.â€
Roen was about to take a bite of a piece when she paused and arched a brow at Daegsatz, his earlier words finally sinking in. “Did you say landsickness…?â€
