Al right. -nods to Gold-
-closes his eyes a little- Lets see whether I can do something...
-and grabs a chunk of soil out of the ground- By this earth- I swear to be your sword- where you direct, I shall follow- my bow is yours to command as I help your path towards tomorrow- fate is ever changing, and the tides are restless and unforgiving- but I shall be the one to break the waves- if you accept me as your Servant. -holds his hand with that soil in it, to Adelina-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-when she grabs it, the hand glows a little, and a slight burning sensation moves into her hand-
-a red mark, of a triangle with a crescent on top of it, a dot in the center of that crescent forms-
-he looks immediately relieved- Okay... okay- now I can focus on healing. Thanks- Master.
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Gracia is the living room, staring at an avocado, trying to make sense of it-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

"-fear fear fear-"