“Perfect!” Ash Vanor said, clapping his hands together and putting on his best smile, hoping it would calm the girl.
His sudden outburst attracted some panicked looks from passers-by, but he didn’t mind, it was not wrong to show ones happiness so widely. It had been a while since the Endal had been anxious for something, as he felt the same as the Dek, wondering how much skill he could bring to the table, hoping that Napua wouldn’t outclass him too badly. Despite these worries being unnecessary, he still felt them; it was strange to feel a need to impress someone, especially a Dek.
Ash felt a slight wind come from behind and knew that Vanor had come closer, making his presence known as his voice rang out in the Inarta’s mind. A friend would have been preferable; the Eagle spoke, less risk and less reward.
But does justice not require a lot of risk to gain the ultimate reward? Ash asked, his opinion staying firmly in place despite his companions cryptic warnings. And is it not a just thing to elevate one such as this, who clearly possesses the skill, but was fatefully ignored?
Your wisdom has indeed grown, Vanor said, taking a softer tone as he spoke. Though you still have the brash fire that sometimes clouds your vision.
Another smile crept across Ash’s face as he thought back at Vanor, brash fire is what drives me, and it doesn’t help that you fan my flames.
Realizing he had left a pause in conversation and that the girl had undoubtedly grown more worried at his silence, the eagle rider put on another smile. “There is only one other thing that I need from you then,” he said, “a way to contact you when the time has come to hunt.”