The cliffs and road seemed so vacant, as if colour and promise had been drained of it. Talen’s mood now as when the day had begun matched the gray skies, and the Symenestra’s question caused him to cringe. He looked at the creature from out the corner of his eyes, muscles tense and a frown upon his face before he exhaled deeply and seemed to let it all go. His voice was dull, as if it didn’t even matter to him anymore. ”I believe they did… But I just figured that taking a second look and a new pair of eyes was necessary.” He tightened the leather strap holding his shield in place, fumbled a bit with his belt and sword scabbard, and then followed the Symenestra when he finally started moving and stopped looking at him. Instinctively, he felt the need to get away from him, before he let his temper get away with him and did something he would regret. Still, he couldn’t quite let it all slide. The man before him seemed to show different faces, both that of the predator Talen believed he was, and the healer he claimed to be. Perhaps he was a healer who cared about Denval… But Talen didn’t dare believe it was the truth. If he did, it would mean he had been wrong all along… And if he did and he was wrong, that was not a chance he dared to take. If he made exceptions, perhaps they would deceive him. Still, as he followed the Symenestra and saw him glance back, Talen quickened his pace until he came up side by side with the creature. ”Priskil give us the strength to keep trying.” He almost whispered the prayer; it seemed almost futile in the face of what had happened and what was to come. Even so, he reached out with hope for himself and perhaps also the Symenestra. |