tempestvoice·.
“–both?” A guess, spoken in unison with her mirror image.
Oh, that was weird. Good to know. Keyleth’s cheeks flush as she bites at her bottom lip, surprised by how eerie this whole situation was quickly becoming.
Do I really make that face while I’m thinking? How long has that scuff mark been on my armor? I should really get that looked at, shouldn’t I?
Keyleth nods eagerly at the idea. “Oh! Okay, something only I would know. Or you. We. You get it.” She sits up straighter, listening attentively. Her face falls. Of course–that’s what she would bring up, too. A nervous laugh escapes her lips.
“You mean…the reason why I’m still scared to let myself feel that deeply for anyone? I mean, I still do–love, I mean–but it’s still scary as shit, right?” She pauses and sighs, playing idly with the blades of grass before her.
“I–we–we’re going to live a long time. It’s just a Druid thing, right? So…inevitably, people we know will die. And we’ll just…keep going. And the thought of watching our friends die–of watching Vax die–while we kept living…it was terrifying. Terrifying enough to keep love and happiness at an arm’s length.”
it was a moment of mixed emotions. her heart, and stomach, still felt as if it wished to leap from her stomach before they tied in to broken knots from the whole situations and now ----- as the other her, sitting right before her, recalled every thought that was going through her mind before it was said by the other -------- her heart broke all over again. she was so scared to love vax and watch him die while she was expected to keep living .... became her future anyway. those emotions confusing her, taunting her from excitement of magic yet remembering a time she wished for again so badly, she felt guilt for feeling such things.
“ i guess we thought right too ...... “ words that would not spill from her lips unless herself set before her, like a personal diary, if there was someone she could trust more then herself to understand how she felt, it would be herself. “ but the spell has sent you to me .. or me to you ? you have my memories, we have the same, how do we .... how do we explain this to dad .... “ this was not the time to pry on the workings of the wish spell, there were now two voices of the tempest, two headmistress’ of the air ashari who proved themselves in their aramente. she wished to something to help release vax from his bond with the matron of ravens ------ another her ? just might help.
