"Nothin' I cannae hold meself to," Abryxia replied, puffing out her chest and grinning. She'd never quite admit it, but Rally saying when she was famous, not if made her a little more giddy than she'd any right to be. They were just a kid talking like a kid. Kids didn't talk in maybes and hopefuls, for them, everything was absolute, and any difference in that was simply a detour to the inevitable.
But - Rally wasn't just a kid, were they? And something about that certainty felt - nice, coming from them. It was an odd request, to set the record straight on the Dark One of all people, but Rally seemed quite invested in the whole ordeal. A child with incredible feats of magic - who seemed to have an intimate knowledge of the Dark One's past - and an emotional stake in the whole thing -
Oh, Abryxia wasn't all that smart, but she was certainly able to put two and two together. The Dark One had a lotta cults all around, and they were absolutely the sort to get into magic. If Rally wasn't the kid of some high up cultist, well, she'd eat her own socks. She didn't say so, though, and didn't ask. Rally wasn't being open about it for a reason, and whatever that reason was, Abryxia didn't care.
"I'll make sure ta set tha record straight -" she paused, scratching her head. "- lessee here. Sixty-three days, an' no worship, ye say?"
The fire was warm, and her belly was full, and crickets were out by the plenty. It was a lovely night. A lovelier night than any she'd had in weeks. And she'd met a dragon! Not everyone could say that, no they couldn't. High on life and high in spirits, she reached for her lute, giving the strings a quick, careful strum.
"Don' worship me, sixty-three - stormy sea - hm. Ol' High Mere, fear... steer? Arrear."
A few more notes.
"Tha Dark One's all misunderstood under his big black hood,
He doesn' wanna be a god, he jus' - he jus' does what he does
An' if ye wore that big black hood an' did what Dark Ones do
I bet fer all yer mighty deeds, ye'd shun tha worship too!"
But - Rally wasn't just a kid, were they? And something about that certainty felt - nice, coming from them. It was an odd request, to set the record straight on the Dark One of all people, but Rally seemed quite invested in the whole ordeal. A child with incredible feats of magic - who seemed to have an intimate knowledge of the Dark One's past - and an emotional stake in the whole thing -
Oh, Abryxia wasn't all that smart, but she was certainly able to put two and two together. The Dark One had a lotta cults all around, and they were absolutely the sort to get into magic. If Rally wasn't the kid of some high up cultist, well, she'd eat her own socks. She didn't say so, though, and didn't ask. Rally wasn't being open about it for a reason, and whatever that reason was, Abryxia didn't care.
"I'll make sure ta set tha record straight -" she paused, scratching her head. "- lessee here. Sixty-three days, an' no worship, ye say?"
The fire was warm, and her belly was full, and crickets were out by the plenty. It was a lovely night. A lovelier night than any she'd had in weeks. And she'd met a dragon! Not everyone could say that, no they couldn't. High on life and high in spirits, she reached for her lute, giving the strings a quick, careful strum.
"Don' worship me, sixty-three - stormy sea - hm. Ol' High Mere, fear... steer? Arrear."
A few more notes.
"Tha Dark One's all misunderstood under his big black hood,
He doesn' wanna be a god, he jus' - he jus' does what he does
An' if ye wore that big black hood an' did what Dark Ones do
I bet fer all yer mighty deeds, ye'd shun tha worship too!"