They appeared to coincide at the oddest junctures.
That was not the answer he had expected. He’d expected….well, Kasrjin wasn’t entirely sure what kind of response he was expecting. She was a combatant engaged in a war; it would not make sense if she were fleeing one conflict by hiding in another. Maybe he was expecting her to have a mission, like him, but if she did then this lack of conviction would be unexplainable. There was still so little that he knew about the Western continent, despite Tsanai’s best efforts to educate him.
His eyes were closed, and his breathing slowed in contemplation before formulating a reply. “All beings are lost in some form,†he rumbled quietly. “All wander.â€
The Xaela shifted slightly, somewhat uncomfortable with his sparse response.
His face fell, the barest expression of loneliness and...understanding, too, crossing his face, a hand reaching into the tabard, clasping the runestone again.
Kasrjin's eyes flickered open as he pulled the runestone out of the folds of his tabard, tracing the pattern again. His emerald eyes flashed in the low light of the cellar.
“All wander.â€
That was not the answer he had expected. He’d expected….well, Kasrjin wasn’t entirely sure what kind of response he was expecting. She was a combatant engaged in a war; it would not make sense if she were fleeing one conflict by hiding in another. Maybe he was expecting her to have a mission, like him, but if she did then this lack of conviction would be unexplainable. There was still so little that he knew about the Western continent, despite Tsanai’s best efforts to educate him.
His eyes were closed, and his breathing slowed in contemplation before formulating a reply. “All beings are lost in some form,†he rumbled quietly. “All wander.â€
The Xaela shifted slightly, somewhat uncomfortable with his sparse response.
His face fell, the barest expression of loneliness and...understanding, too, crossing his face, a hand reaching into the tabard, clasping the runestone again.
Kasrjin's eyes flickered open as he pulled the runestone out of the folds of his tabard, tracing the pattern again. His emerald eyes flashed in the low light of the cellar.
“All wander.â€
