A Meal with Mila [Finished]
Jul 13, 2020 18:40:31 GMT -6
Post by Mila on Jul 13, 2020 18:40:31 GMT -6
"Kinder than my brother?" She joked with a small slightly enthusiastic smile on her face. Duma was a kind soul too. He just had a much more.. ruffled way of showing it. A trait that he got from their mom. And a trait that she got from her dad.
"I'm sure there is some soul out there that can bind the country together in kindness rather than conquest. We just don't know who it may be. Or if that person is even going to be around in our lifetime. I doubt the problem with war and monsters will be leaving the continent any time soon." She sighed softly. She knew there were people out there like that. Natural born leaders. She had seen the makings of some of them. Those who took the reins of their village or squad when the time called for it. Those who rallied people from all walks of life to fight towards a common goal. To fight. To protect. To persevere. She closed her eyes and thought of the various villages she had traveled to. She thought of the people from the plains of Sacae and the quest against the doogs. She thought of the village in the mountains of Bern, and People rallied together to defeat them. She thought of the people in Lycia, and of their constant struggle against the mass of undead. Then back to the village with the Baels.. and her thoughts stopped there. The little hope and confidence she regained was suddenly dashed by the image of the Bael with the burned face. Of Vincent's screaming. She steeled her self and returned to the present.
"I will teach you everything I know Don. And then you get to use that knowledge to further perfect your craft of both blade and magic.. and make a completely new style of magic." Her eyes seemed to light up a little at the prospect of that.
"Never underestimate the power of magic Donny. In the right hands Wind magic can be extremely destructive. Stronger more skilled mages can use stronger wind tomes to cause internal organ damage, rip limps, or just plain old blow you right off a cliff." She mused for a moment. She wanted to sit down and start thinking about a lesson plan right away. But, she opted not to. Instead she choose to take a seat next to Donny on the bed. She leaned her head on his shoulder and let out a content sigh. Donny was being a real life saver to her mental health.
"Thank you. For letting me talk.. It's been making me feel better. I feel like.. I've been.. able to get some of my thoughts.. organized in a line for the first time in a while. Instead.. of just being stuck on one bad one.. and then having that guilt.. spiral all the other thoughts out of control." She pulled her arms around Donny and hugged him tightly. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
"I'm sure there is some soul out there that can bind the country together in kindness rather than conquest. We just don't know who it may be. Or if that person is even going to be around in our lifetime. I doubt the problem with war and monsters will be leaving the continent any time soon." She sighed softly. She knew there were people out there like that. Natural born leaders. She had seen the makings of some of them. Those who took the reins of their village or squad when the time called for it. Those who rallied people from all walks of life to fight towards a common goal. To fight. To protect. To persevere. She closed her eyes and thought of the various villages she had traveled to. She thought of the people from the plains of Sacae and the quest against the doogs. She thought of the village in the mountains of Bern, and People rallied together to defeat them. She thought of the people in Lycia, and of their constant struggle against the mass of undead. Then back to the village with the Baels.. and her thoughts stopped there. The little hope and confidence she regained was suddenly dashed by the image of the Bael with the burned face. Of Vincent's screaming. She steeled her self and returned to the present.
"I will teach you everything I know Don. And then you get to use that knowledge to further perfect your craft of both blade and magic.. and make a completely new style of magic." Her eyes seemed to light up a little at the prospect of that.
"Never underestimate the power of magic Donny. In the right hands Wind magic can be extremely destructive. Stronger more skilled mages can use stronger wind tomes to cause internal organ damage, rip limps, or just plain old blow you right off a cliff." She mused for a moment. She wanted to sit down and start thinking about a lesson plan right away. But, she opted not to. Instead she choose to take a seat next to Donny on the bed. She leaned her head on his shoulder and let out a content sigh. Donny was being a real life saver to her mental health.
"Thank you. For letting me talk.. It's been making me feel better. I feel like.. I've been.. able to get some of my thoughts.. organized in a line for the first time in a while. Instead.. of just being stuck on one bad one.. and then having that guilt.. spiral all the other thoughts out of control." She pulled her arms around Donny and hugged him tightly. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.