HOLD MY HAND AGAINST THE NIGHT

SHOW ME ALL THE DEMONS LEFT TO FIGHT:

That would make things easier, wouldn’t it? Mind readers… The girl hums quietly at that. She wasn’t sure how liberating it would be, if it could. Would she feel anything to begin with? Would she hesitate to place a thought, for fear of its unrestrained exposure? At least she was safe with her own thoughts and words, unable to breach air and offend or disrespect outright. How odd that would be…

The matter of jobs inspires further curiosity. Lyanna appears to be beaming, as Ru’s eyes glitter with the desire to listen. A ghost of a smile crosses her features.

It surprises her – and she keeps this surprise hidden, for the most part – that there are many disciplines to a herd. Having grown in something wild, and less diverse as the World’s Edge, the possibilities are by far more endless than first perceived. And in enthralls the girl unlike anything she’s come across in a while; besides the healing magic, and the fiery golems slipping beyond Volterra’s feet.

Warrior is a common job, a familiar job – and there is the opportunity to align herself to that caste she felt determined to conquer. But there was more than the honor bestowed upon knights. She doesn’t recall the word sleuth, despite her attempt to steal a magical flute. Strange that they too were capable of protecting the herd, when the warriors could have easily done so – should their patrols prove rigid in regime, and flexible by nature. Nonetheless, there appears to be a role for such individuals.

Healers, Ru nods when Lyanna mentions the Moon Doctor’s magics. Her eyes swirl with an inclination of awe. There is a very strong desire in the girl to understand how such things can be. As if there should be an explanation for all things, but somehow, magic is a vague area of study. It did not exist in Ru’s previous life, besides the common and simple medicinal values of herbs and plants. So what gave magic its existence here? Was it simply metaphysical? Unbound by the logical roots of the natural world?

What was natural? The child hardly knew, could hardly fathom it – and tossed aside the surmounting pile of questions growing behind her eyes. She would have to struggle with it some other time.

Then there are crafters, and seers. The smile has long vanished, but the simple facts irk the girl despite their sound logic. It’s true though, and the truth has a tendency of pointing the obvious. With a hollow sigh she nods lamely.

Finally she asks, returning Ru’s focus. The girl stares at Lyanna, suddenly uncertain about her path – her desires, burning quietly behind her chest. If she wishes, can she be many things all at once?  Perhaps a warrior can be a healer, or a crafter… Perhaps they can be a scholar and a seer.

Without thinking ahead, she simply nods with her desire for such things. A trilling noise highlighting her intrigue. But as Lyanna holds space between the many jobs, the girl nods to the most obvious choice; warrior.

She pressed a more genuine smile on her lips. Ru was excited, she was eager to discover. Despite her previous fatigue that dimmed the edges of her eyes, and slowed her movements between their interactions. Physically she could feel the cold encroach, but she was beginning to feel a little warmer within. She was hesitant of that presence, if such a feeling should exist, or if it truly deserved a headspace. It was confusing; was it possible to feel interest, without having to desire a sense of worth alongside it? If she could take one of these, and make it her own, was it her ultimate goal to serve the herd - and their interests - rather than the ones she felt selfishly passionate for? 

What was the difference?

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