Adra had a vague memory of tales, bedtime stories whispered by his mother before she'd been taken from him. He remembered seeing and not understanding the far-away look in her eyes, the way she seemed as if she was sad she had lost something important. The whole thing seemed to be blanketed in the gray haze of dreams as they evaporate into mist.
His stomach clenched. Did Drakon really think Adra would deny him this? Did he think he was so single-minded that he wouldn't see fate as crashed down around them?
But then again...it wasn't such a strange thought. The Adrastus of four years ago would never have thought twice about abandoning the eggs in pursuit of his main objective. Had he really changed so much? Yes, he had. The answer felt heavy on his chest.
As usual, Adra pushed the thought away. He needed to deal with the situation in front of him.
For a second, the moment seemed surreal. Drakon before him, his hand on a dragon egg, his eyes beseeching.
He nodded, slowly. [color=#7CD98A]"I don't need praise or rank, Drake. My job is to protect you, which includes protecting your birthright and your legacy."[/color] His eyes fell back to the eggs, the overwhelming burden of caring for such unknown creatures crashing down on him. His voice was firm, committed. [color=#7CD98A]"You understand what this means, right? This can't be done in half-measures."[/color]
He considered the options Drakon had given, turning each over in his mind and measuring which way his gut was pushing him. [color=#7CD98A]"The Witch of the Wilds, then." [/color] He looked up at the sky, checking his bearings. He'd heard mention of her in Ferelden, so that seemed like a good place to start. Hopefully they would have better luck finding her than Albert or Ezra.
His stomach clenched. Did Drakon really think Adra would deny him this? Did he think he was so single-minded that he wouldn't see fate as crashed down around them?
But then again...it wasn't such a strange thought. The Adrastus of four years ago would never have thought twice about abandoning the eggs in pursuit of his main objective. Had he really changed so much? Yes, he had. The answer felt heavy on his chest.
As usual, Adra pushed the thought away. He needed to deal with the situation in front of him.
For a second, the moment seemed surreal. Drakon before him, his hand on a dragon egg, his eyes beseeching.
He nodded, slowly. [color=#7CD98A]"I don't need praise or rank, Drake. My job is to protect you, which includes protecting your birthright and your legacy."[/color] His eyes fell back to the eggs, the overwhelming burden of caring for such unknown creatures crashing down on him. His voice was firm, committed. [color=#7CD98A]"You understand what this means, right? This can't be done in half-measures."[/color]
He considered the options Drakon had given, turning each over in his mind and measuring which way his gut was pushing him. [color=#7CD98A]"The Witch of the Wilds, then." [/color] He looked up at the sky, checking his bearings. He'd heard mention of her in Ferelden, so that seemed like a good place to start. Hopefully they would have better luck finding her than Albert or Ezra.
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