Do What You Do Best
You arrive at the designated meeting place, she is already there, waiting for you as you arrive right on time rather than try to be there earlier. She was known for having a tight schedule, and arriving early would only mean having to wait for her, you think at least.
You inform her of what she needs to know, what you’ve done so to not have a conflict of interest between the mantle you’re carrying and the new commitment that you two will make for the betterment of Alternia.
It’s in her office, while you are often known as a dramatic person, you mean business, even when being dramatic, and for now things will be done in a more reserved way until you are ready to make a big deal out of it.
You will someday make a big deal out of it.
She informs you of her promises, you inform her of yours.
You slide a blade across your palm and the disgusting slurry you hate comes out, she uses the blade to do the same to herself, and while you do notice the look of disgust at her own blood, your eyes squint slightly at the colour that comes out of her palm.
None of you comments on each other, and both join palms, your powers comes at work, and when both lets go of each other’s hands, the mixed blood colours seeming to be keeping both palms connected still turns into a vibrant mix of red and fuchsia string, wound tightly around your wrist and hers.
It doesn’t break instantly, showing that both of you meant what you two said in your promises.
For someone that wears outfits that you’d deem not serious at all, she surely does her best to her commitment to help Alternia.
You don’t doubt her intentions, not anymore, not for now.
You enter this palace a nobody without even a proper register as an Alternian troll.
You’ll leave from it a councilman.
