Eden
A flicker of Eden's eyelids showed her surprise. Surely it couldn't really be that easy? She'd been in town for all of five minutes (an exaggeration), walked into one pub (the only one?) and asked a single question. Was Farkas that well-known? "That's him," the girl confirmed, which was the truth insofar as she knew, unless there were several Goru Farkas's walking around in this freezing hellscape. And he was only a few blocks away.
Colour bloomed on her cheeks at the laughter. Somehow, asking who the helpful, composed man was had made her look foolish. The short beat between her question and his answer seemed to last an eternity and a half, but at least when his reply came, she understood the reason behind the chortles. As new to the rest of the world as she was, Eden Query still recognized the name of a renowned ruler when she heard it. This was not just any stranger, but Deimos. And unless there were as many Deimoses out there as her imaginary Farkas multiples, this had to be Deimos Ignatius.
Right. Of course.
With great force of will, Eden bit back whatever silly words threatened to escape her lips as The Resurrected Freaking Sword walked to the door and offered to escort the Query siblings to Farkas's shop. She dared a glance at her brother, who was distinctly bewildered and starry-eyed, before summoning the scraps of her dignity. It wasn't really the sort of offer one refused from the Warden of an entire region.
"That would be greatly appreciated... Deimos. Thank you." Did it feel wrong to use his first name? Undoubtedly. But that was the name he gave, without all the bells and whistles, and Eden didn't know how else to address him. Mr. Warden? Sir Sword? He towered over her as she led Lorin through the door and back into the cold.
"Have you..." ...lived here long? Stupid question. "Is Goru..." ...a decent man? No, she was already supposed to know him. (And why, exactly, had she decided to say that in the first place?) "What is your favourite thing about this region?"
Really? That's what she landed on?
Colour bloomed on her cheeks at the laughter. Somehow, asking who the helpful, composed man was had made her look foolish. The short beat between her question and his answer seemed to last an eternity and a half, but at least when his reply came, she understood the reason behind the chortles. As new to the rest of the world as she was, Eden Query still recognized the name of a renowned ruler when she heard it. This was not just any stranger, but Deimos. And unless there were as many Deimoses out there as her imaginary Farkas multiples, this had to be Deimos Ignatius.
Right. Of course.
With great force of will, Eden bit back whatever silly words threatened to escape her lips as The Resurrected Freaking Sword walked to the door and offered to escort the Query siblings to Farkas's shop. She dared a glance at her brother, who was distinctly bewildered and starry-eyed, before summoning the scraps of her dignity. It wasn't really the sort of offer one refused from the Warden of an entire region.
"That would be greatly appreciated... Deimos. Thank you." Did it feel wrong to use his first name? Undoubtedly. But that was the name he gave, without all the bells and whistles, and Eden didn't know how else to address him. Mr. Warden? Sir Sword? He towered over her as she led Lorin through the door and back into the cold.
"Have you..." ...lived here long? Stupid question. "Is Goru..." ...a decent man? No, she was already supposed to know him. (And why, exactly, had she decided to say that in the first place?) "What is your favourite thing about this region?"
Really? That's what she landed on?
do you know, the wind once whispered to me:
"you're going to be amazing."
"you're going to be amazing."
