Speak! Silas. Speaaaaaak! XD
I don’t know why I’m struggling with this right now but I am, haha. that’s why the first ask you sent is already posted while this one took longer.
“What made you become a mercenary?” The fire spirit asked with a curious look. Silas regarded the question slowly, more so he could take in the look of the one asking the question. His hair had become softer and more defined as they traveled together, as he changed little by little by observing Silas himself. Spirits who wandered among people were usually easy to spot because they rarely got close enough to humans to pass as them.
“I suppose it was convenient, at first.” He answered, pulling himself out of his reverie. “I always had itchy feet, even as a little kid. I had my mother chasing after me more than once.” He laughed, softly, at the memory of her exasperated voice calling after him. “But... I lost my home, so I picked up as many trades as I could while I kept moving. Soon enough, people were hiring me to do mercenary jobs, and I took the title. Bought a dark cloak an’ here we are now.”
“You make money enough to stay comfortable.” He got a cheeky grin from the fire spirit. “And you have me!”
“I got plenty of favors in odd places from odder sources. That’s certainly true.” Silas reached out and ruffled his companion’s blond hair, earning a startled but brief shriek of laughter. “I wouldn’t really change it. I get all the adrenaline I could ever want from the work, I get paid, I get to travel as far as my legs will take me...” He shrugged. “It’s not a bad life, after all’s said and done.”