[ Adrian nods. He feels — conflicted, to say the least. On the one hand, their party is short two members in what would have been the most important task they've undergone yet. On the other hand, at least he knows that Fern is safe, and the mundane dangers of this world are well within her ability to handle them. But Ireena... It feels awful to disappoint her once again, after he final plea. He envies Martin, in perhaps a selfish way, to have only his John to worry for, and to know that they're together even here.
He shakes his head at Martin's fretting, clearing his own thoughts as well. ] If we are suddenly beset by... people who want to bend flesh into flowers or what have you, I'll know who to blame.
[ Adrian shifts, letting himself ease down off of his knees so that he can sit more comfortably on the ground, legs still folded under him. ]
Well, that makes two of us. [ What's self worth again? ] You don't need to be important to be a warlock, only useful to the thing that's granted you power — or, in the wrong place at the right time.
[ He curls his fingers under his chin again, pretending to think. ] Maybe that's the problem, then. You don't seem like an ass. Have you worked on that at all?
[ He shakes his head again, laughing quietly. ] It's quite alright. I would prefer to trust the wrong people than to ignore the right ones, and Lady Fern has her own compelling reasons for feeling quite the opposite. She is very kind, though, if you're lucky enough to find yourself worthy of her trust. I've never seen a more loyal heart than hers.
[ And he knows, at least to some degree, this is why their differences have become nearly unreconcilable. She cares too much, and he's undeserving of it. He wonders if John feels much the same about Martin. ] I'll have to introduce you when I can. The two of you would have much to commiserate over, I think. At the risk of making too bold an assumption about a man I haven't met, I suspect your John only wants to protect you. Wait— what was that about a demigod?
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He shakes his head at Martin's fretting, clearing his own thoughts as well. ] If we are suddenly beset by... people who want to bend flesh into flowers or what have you, I'll know who to blame.
[ Adrian shifts, letting himself ease down off of his knees so that he can sit more comfortably on the ground, legs still folded under him. ]
Well, that makes two of us. [ What's self worth again? ] You don't need to be important to be a warlock, only useful to the thing that's granted you power — or, in the wrong place at the right time.
[ He curls his fingers under his chin again, pretending to think. ] Maybe that's the problem, then. You don't seem like an ass. Have you worked on that at all?
[ He shakes his head again, laughing quietly. ] It's quite alright. I would prefer to trust the wrong people than to ignore the right ones, and Lady Fern has her own compelling reasons for feeling quite the opposite. She is very kind, though, if you're lucky enough to find yourself worthy of her trust. I've never seen a more loyal heart than hers.
[ And he knows, at least to some degree, this is why their differences have become nearly unreconcilable. She cares too much, and he's undeserving of it. He wonders if John feels much the same about Martin. ] I'll have to introduce you when I can. The two of you would have much to commiserate over, I think. At the risk of making too bold an assumption about a man I haven't met, I suspect your John only wants to protect you. Wait— what was that about a demigod?