short kosmo crumbs after astrid left
Kosmo had always been a nervous person, although he was great at hiding it, and this whole 'enlightenment?' wasn't helping at all with his personality.
Usually, when he was with his sister, he felt confident to speak his mind and heart. But in these.. seminars? meetings? He honestly had no idea, Astrid wasn't allowed to be next to him, just the Elder and some high ranked that he didn't know.
He'd have to talk in front of the WHOLE Star Scraper and update them on his visions, which for the record, were not any laughing matter.
He was usually one for trivia, history and magic, but all this 'Fallen One, mage and warrior' thing was hurting his head. And of course. he had to give out all the latest news on the situation to the people. This was the first time he'd do it himself, given the cold he caught last week, he had to give the information to the Elder for it to be released.
Now there was no cold or sickness to save him from public speaking, in front of hundreds of elves.
He went over his mind-memorized script a fourth time,
..Fourth time in the last 30 minutes, and felt like a mess. Every single word he imagined was mixing together into some form of his anxiety. He felt like he was going to explode.
Kosmo unpinned the brooch that sat against the pocket of his vest, a tacky thing, really.
He found it on the floor 3 years ago, well.. more like tripped on it. And instantly loved it. He couldn't even see what it looked like for 3 whole years, but something about it brought him comfort.
He glided his finger around the gems, letting the chain of it brush against his palm. He took a deep breath, and pinned it back. He silently went over his script in his mind again, and the words clicked into his brain.
Like he had finally finished a puzzle he's been stressing about for days.
And so, Kosmo, the Timeblind of the Star Scraper, stepped onto the platform and greeted the people with truth and content.
Kosmo was a nervous boy. But so what? Nervous or not, so be it. He was himself.