Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191018075609/@comment-25828117-20191020190023

"Well if it is not love now. It is certainly developing in that direction. And I fear it will only grow if I keep having talks with him." Lysilde explained.

"He was the last of the covenant that I collected. We rode to Weaver's Glade together as I am sure you recall."

She readjusted her shawl.

"When I found him, he had been lost. Lost in enemy territory from his latest war. He was perhaps worse then than he is now. For the majority of the journey we did not even speak. I gave him room to breathe." Lysilde stroked a lock of hair behind her ear as she looked out across the ocean for a spell.

"In Tenmaru I had finally managed to provide him some comfort and ever since he has had a look in his eye that, well... I wished it wasn't so, but I cannot have him fall for me. It is not healthy for him to find healing that way. If he ties himself to someone else, he will be like glass. If something were to happen to said person he may then fall into a pit he can truly never recover from, shattered into a thousand pieces."

"And it is impossible. I am sworn to the cult of the Ancestor Moth. I cannot even give to him what he seeks."

"So I recall..." Nemicus sighed.