@loadeddeck//thelock from here
★ “Alright, alright, I yield.” The russet haired mage lifted her palms in a gesture of appeasement, offering a weak smile at her friend. The sensitive healer knew the sound of pain in her voice, and allowed her to lash out.
Not only because they were old and dear friends, no. Not only that, not just that this time.
But because Candy had taken the lead this time. Half the time when they were out and about together in some sundry world or another, Stary took the position of leader, easily commanded with charisma and made executive decisions with the support of the blond and their third, bespectacled comrade.
Now, it was Candy’s turn to command. She was with Candy’s Inquisition. She was Candy’s open right palm, burning with magic, rather than the other way around.
It was she who stood at her left shoulder while she gave orders. Stary recognized her best friend’s ability to lead and followed her direction without question.
Well.
Without serious question.
She had not directly defied her Inquisitor, simply gently prodded the validity of her decision.
“I don’t doubt that he does. I hope for all our sakes that this goes smoother than I think it will.”