She contemplates that gently, and quietly. Their preference is examined.
The little addition of levity is met with a curious head-tilt, and then: "Aah. Nothing so brash." Amusement toys with her tone for a moment. Yes, very good.
But:
"You are the Knight," she concludes, careful and slow, and watches them for signs of displeasure. "To me, you have been the Wielder. I have grown used to it, through no input of yours. Except now."
Seer slips their letter from her wings, and sets it between them. Your Wielder, it says.
"The title I gave you was given by my Tribe... Ah, but it is only us, now. The Dream Nail is yours, and I am proud to have passed it to you. I would like that the title became ours, as well. Perhaps a shift..."
Not Wielder as foretold by anyone else, but Wielder as what they have shared? History and guilt need not account.
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The little addition of levity is met with a curious head-tilt, and then: "Aah. Nothing so brash." Amusement toys with her tone for a moment. Yes, very good.
But:
"You are the Knight," she concludes, careful and slow, and watches them for signs of displeasure. "To me, you have been the Wielder. I have grown used to it, through no input of yours. Except now."
Seer slips their letter from her wings, and sets it between them. Your Wielder, it says.
"The title I gave you was given by my Tribe... Ah, but it is only us, now. The Dream Nail is yours, and I am proud to have passed it to you. I would like that the title became ours, as well. Perhaps a shift..."
Not Wielder as foretold by anyone else, but Wielder as what they have shared? History and guilt need not account.