[he looks up quickly at Bariyan only at the question, looking briefly lost.
say hello? but...
he looks back toward Koltira, the hunched, unhappy figure. This is who hurt Bariyan, he thinks. But Bariyan has told me not to resent him.
and now the both of them are there, and, if Martin listens well (he doesn't), he can hear the dimming ruckus they left behind before he found them.
If I go and he stays, is Koltira going to hurt him again?
it almost, almost feels like an out-of-place thing to even wonder. but Martin's already begun to move, even in wondering, and stops a few feet away from the elf.
Koltira was suffering at the palace, he thinks. And he... he squints at his back. didn't he help somehow?
no, he's sure he did. he can't really see it in his head, but he can feel it, all muddled up with the broken things.
he doesn't get to an actual hello, then; just a silent, confused stare, only broken by the need to blink a little bit of snow away from his eye.]
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say hello? but...
he looks back toward Koltira, the hunched, unhappy figure. This is who hurt Bariyan, he thinks. But Bariyan has told me not to resent him.
and now the both of them are there, and, if Martin listens well (he doesn't), he can hear the dimming ruckus they left behind before he found them.
If I go and he stays, is Koltira going to hurt him again?
it almost, almost feels like an out-of-place thing to even wonder. but Martin's already begun to move, even in wondering, and stops a few feet away from the elf.
Koltira was suffering at the palace, he thinks. And he... he squints at his back. didn't he help somehow?
no, he's sure he did. he can't really see it in his head, but he can feel it, all muddled up with the broken things.
he doesn't get to an actual hello, then; just a silent, confused stare, only broken by the need to blink a little bit of snow away from his eye.]