[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Mazelina



"O-Oh! But you don't understand-- even then, you're more accomplished than me. But, um, as for my worship-- I make up little rhymes, and chants, and sometimes try to hear if she chants back. I thought I could, sometimes, but then I'd always remember howshe doesn't actually do that, and how it was probably just me talking to myself. Really, I think that you're probably better at knowing how to worship than me, even if I spent more time in churches than you!"

Barnabas

Lain nods.



"Yes. If you don't mind my saying, you speak in a forthright and earnest manner. I find it quite easy to ask your advice. As for your questions... Yes. I think you've the grasp of it. Even trying to acknowledge that such a divide exists seems to breed hurt. I... I tried to speak with Casey, to understand his feelings, to apologize for the suffering caused by my father's failure to fix things, and... it only seemed to make things worse. I tried to understand, to hear him, to bridge this gap, and it only drove the wedge deeper. I... I want to cross it, somehow-- or at least to show I want to-- but it feels as if I am simply opening up wounds others would rather leave shut. I'm sorry for laying this at your doorstep so readily, I know it's irresponsible-- I mean, do your people have such social barriers?"

Airitech

She blinks.



"...No. Train it ON him. As in, aim it at him. I'm saying if you ever decide to turn on us, I'll know before you get a chance, and it'll be curtains for you."

Milo

Dermid strokes his beard. He thinks it over a moment.



"Been a bit since I had m'self a personal student. It could be done -- and you'd be better off learnin' from someone who's not green as the spring grass. Aye, I think I can do it fer ye lad. But first you'll be needin' to swear a knight's oath. Only way it can be done. You come to me with an oath, and I'll give you the best training any old bastard on the continent can give."

Casey

Dorian's expression changes quite quickly. Gone is the cheery smile, replaced by a sort of distant look.



"...Mmm. I don't think they'd like my telling of it. Better a story to come from their lips."

He smiles once more, his breezy attitude returning quickly as it left.

"Suffice to say, I was the lowest of the low before our travels together started. I owe a lot to Adara, and even more to Alex. If it weren't for them, I'd have died never having a chance at doing anything worth doing. I'm a better man for their presence in my life."

His head tilts.

"Days gone by, though? You'll have to tell me more about that, sometime, provided you aren't too peeved by my denying you a good story of my own."

Baylee

Adara's eternal smile widens just a bit.



"Listen, call me an ass if you want, but I'll never stop shootin' straight. The world's a big place, and if we're going to change it, we don't have time for pleasantries. That's my approach. No reason to go blaming yourself, though. Plenty of folk fall for the shit bluebloods go off on. Live and learn, that's all you can do."

Saya

Abner raises his lance aloft at that.



"Oho! But they will know our names! I feel the stars calling to us, Saya! You and I shall be companions at arms from here on, and if that's to be the case, it simply won't do, you just accepting that people don't know who you are! It would be unsightly for my shadow to grow so long over yours! Announce your name at every meeting! Let them feel ashamed for not knowing of your heroic deeds! By celebrating in advance the greatness which undoubtedly awaits us, we guarantee that greatness will soon follow! You see what I mean?"