“But… isn’t it rewarding?” Abigail asks, tilting her head.
(There is no sign of madness in her. Only the Cult triggers her alternate personality.)
F:“So we’re training like you, your parents and your grandfather is.” G:“Seeing how important you look, I guess it isn’t such a bad idea.” They started training, aka reading two books with a grown man looking over them contently
(Then do it)
(Any time is mysteriously-fueled-need-to-draw-maps time)
“Oh, um. Hey Katherine…”
“I’ve hearing all these weird rumors about you apparently stealing voices. Shall I say that I think that the maid just is a little crazy”
The Prince looked over the two, making sure to correct their mistakes. Soon, he saw a pattern in them, their fighting styles showing their personalities.
“I see… So much like me…”
I’ve drawn a map of Adiart, but it’s not good enough to be put in yet. Just note Northern Docks. Eastern and Western Forests and Southern Plains.
“Heh, rumors are true, it just happens when I think someone is lying and I get very angry. I can’t really control it”
They seemed eager to learn for a way to defend themselves in this hostile world, or well, as much as Glass could be. She was more of a quick learner whereas Flame got slightly more distracted
“I think I do, I just need to figure out how to control it thats all. So i would advise not lying and pissing me off”
“Alright then, note shall be taken.”
“Anyway, anything else you need to tell me, also… Where’s Patrick?”
Zark walks in the area Nycolas and Katherine but ignores them and roams around finding someone to ask questions too
“I don’t have too much to say other than that I’ve been sitting at a tree for a few hours”