JDParadox
Space Beer Man
Lysander Deguerin
Fork, Thallas
Lysander caught himself staring and promptly turned away. The memories faded as quick as they came, leaving behind a vague disappointment in its place and a redness on his cheeks. He sighed. Perhaps he would get the chance to ask her, but not now, not here. He stole another glance at her. That nose, those eyes... He had seen them from somewhere, he was sure of it...
Then again, sometimes the past was better left buried.
Lysander nodded along as the others spoke, agreeing with everything and nothing at all. He found his mind wandering. Faledren, the great hive of scum and scoundrels, his home. Faledren, where the the only difference between guard and thief was that the latter would punished if he was caught. Lysander shouldn't be missing it, but he was. He wondered what his mother and brothers would soon hear about him. That he died in battle, valiantly and honourably? Doubtful. It was more likely they had branded him a deserter and a traitor to his country, his king, and his people, having abandoned them in these trying times.
But he did not, Lysander told himself he did not. He was here, wasn't he? Trying to fine the fabled Seed, for this slimmest chance of saving his people and everyone else. Perhaps, by tomorrow, he would have convinced himself that this was why he had followed the letter, that the act had been borne of duty and not of desperation.
Lysander found himself among the last to depart, having been lost in his own thoughts. He had found himself with little to contribute, and thus had contributed little. He was a soldier, and an officer, yes, but his experience had been in the field, where quick wits and steady minds carried the day and not meticulous planning. Though he did look forward to traveling aboard an airship. All the ships he had been on were of the water-bound variety.
As the others slowly broke off, one by one, it was only then that Lysander realised how weary were his muscles, and how heavy were his eyelids. He stood upright, straightened himself out, though he did not dare to yawn, and awaited Wynleth's answer. Lysander would defer to her words, and Hal's leadership, on this journey, on account of their superior knowledge of magic, and the fact the he had had enough of leading.
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