tysm for the tag @medeaes !!
The words I searched for were desire, complete, heart, hope, and wave.
No one blocked his way as he left, but the cacophony of whispers following his leave could be heard even from outside.
Berthold—he had to find Berthold. He’d pack his things and get on the first ship to Aschestadt, and finally give Leclaire the answer that he so clearly desired.
"Do you know how much trouble you've made for me, Ezra? First you run off to the Grenzwald of all places, without permission, I might add. Then you come back with a complete stranger, no papers, no identity, no nothing. Do you understand what that could mean for us? For the Arcantum? How could—?
It would have been so easy, too. A mere spark of magic, and a Healer could set nerves alight, bring a heart to a stuttering stop, see every wretched secret hidden in a creature’s flesh. (They were called Blood Praecants once, before the name was deemed too intimidating, too unpalatable.)
“When you are older, Lord Hauenstein, I should hope you’ll learn that circumstance will sometimes lead to difficult choices.”
Ezra resisted the urge to scoff.
The choice of whether or not to lick the boots of the man who holds your leash is hardly a difficult one.
Trailing behind the captain like a newborn deer, he tried to ignore the waves of nausea washing over him with every step and the way his vision blurred from dizziness.
He had to get away; away from here and from the wine-red eyes boring into his back, but the stench of death clung to his clothes, to his skin, to his very bones.
tagging @lasbrumas, @raven-ink, @meganswritingjourney, @serpentarii, and @vitrichor (no pressure of course !!) your words are night, sun, source, mark, and follow !
