“Relax.”
Lithian glanced up at his sister at the comment and dropped his hand from where he’d been rubbing at one of his horns. Lacing his fingers together and tucking them behind him, he curbed the urge to begin nibbling at his lip instead. The ship ride over had been an eye-opening experience in any number of ways — more ‘firsts’ than Lithian could count on his fingers and toes combined — and the brief trip through Eowyn’s port market this morning after coming to dock had fascinated him to the point where he couldn’t seem to keep his eyes still for a moment. Now, however, the prospect of actually traveling out into the desert proper, with someone he’d never met no less, to battle dragons — Lithian exhaled a wavering breath.
This was a bad idea. He ought to have chosen a civilian’s life after all. Been an alchemist, maybe. He could do that without getting himself killed, right? How hard could it be? And yet…
“Here we are,” Ysette said, interrupting his runaway thoughts, and Lithian blinked, grounding himself again in his surroundings.
They’d come to a stop under the rickety, hanging sign of seaman’s pub, the sound of ships rocking in their births, sea bird cries, and the slap of the ocean waves against boat hulls just barely audible still in the brief lulls between the clatter and ruckus of the passerby. Everything felt so wildly new he hoped he wouldn’t be left to his own devices anytime soon. He’d lose himself for certain.
“Kayden’s a friend, Lithian,” Ysette reminded him, drawing his eyes off of the passing crowds and up to her. “He knows Charlotte well and assured me she’ll be a good coach to you. You’ve nothing to worry about. Besides.” She smiled, tucking the tips of her fingers into the pockets of her lightweight vest. “It’ll be good for you to meet new faces for once, mm?”
Lithian dropped his eyes to the cobblestone path at their feet. “What if I’m horrible? What if she doesn’t like me? What if I get us kille-”
“Lithian.”
Lith bit his lip and looked up again, meeting his sister’s stare.
Ysette raised her eyebrows. “Do you want to do this?”
A swallow. And then a nod.
“Good.” Ysette’s smile returned. “Practice acting like it. She’ll be here any moment.”
Lithian nodded again, and promptly began going through a mental checklist of all the possible ways he could die by dragon.
The Chronicles of Magesc
A breedable/changing pet shop guild for role play.
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