@spellheld: "the lucky ones won't have time to regret it... every decision, every ignored omen... as for the rest..." he shakes his head. "i have to believe it could be changed... these ill fortunes dancing before my eyes—but only before it all comes to pass."
a small fire crackles between them. lazare stirs at it with long branch, watching as the embers dance and rise, for it holds his attention more than dradeel does. their camp for the night is small and sheltered, a cave of shallow length that smells of mosses and dried grass. just beyond its mouth their horses lay asleep.
the hour is late. lazare had appointed himself to take watch. dradeel should be asleep too, but that may be too high a hope for one who seems so often embroiled in the tangle of his thoughts and the looming ever-presence of his visions.
in the dim light and warmth of the cave, lazare could offer him some variance of grace. he opts for cool pragmatism instead.
"go to sleep, dradeel," he stirs the fire again, refreshes it with igni. "save your woes for the light of day. let me enjoy the night."