The shout made the prince blink in confusion, body turning ‘round to lay gaze on the red-haired mage. He stops his march, dismounting, feet falling ‘pon the ground. A slight tilt of cranium on the side, whilst the corner of his mouth curled in a smile. ❛ You don’t need to worry; we would never leave you behind, Azel ! ❜
He vigorously rubbed the white mane of Sleipnir, waiting for Azel to actually catch up with them. Well, what could he say ? He couldn’t always stand guard over everyone all the time ( as much as he wanted to, & he was trying his very best ) & it proven difficult to keep watch over someone so… short.
❛ Do you really think that I would do such a thing ? ❜ Cerulean orbs peer to his side, having a look at his young friend, teasing him, whilst brows furrow in a slight sulking fashion.
❝ I mean, I know you’re not the sort of person to do
that- darn, now I feel bad for slowing you down! ❞
🔥 Aᴢᴇʟ sɪɢʜᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜰʀᴜsᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀs ʜᴇ ʀᴀᴍʙʟᴇᴅ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ, his thoughts spilling forth as he tried to catch his breath. At least now that Sigurd noticed his presence, he wouldn’t be left behind. But Azel still didn’t like the feeling of needing to be cared for when he had the strength to fight alongside them (though not the stride, for certain).
🔥 Azel knew he was short, but that didn't matter. His studies in magic, all the training he had gone through- his confidence would not fade. Even with something as simple as following the rest of the army to gather supplies, he tried to display that confidence and positive outlook as best he could.
❝ I’m doing fine, though. I just need some more
Fire tomes.. and perhaps some help carrying them... ❞
