[ to a point, alisaie has never put much stock in praise, for growing up, she had found little enough of it. she was always different, never quite fit with the stuffy pomp of sharlayan life, not like her parents did, not like her brother did, and more often than not she was chastised and lectured more than she was ever commended. with time, she had had to learn to build her confidence in other ways, ways that did not revolve around the approval of others.
however, if there is anyone whose approval could mean anything to her, it is mykha's. though their relationship goes far deeper now than plain and simple hero-worship, there is no denying that it fills her heart with a special kind of joy to receive such a compliment from someone she looks up to so fondly. ]
It was nothing.
[ alisaie might not have a head for diplomacy or strategy like her brother, but she is confident enough in her combat skills, at the very least, and while the lightwardens themselves are certainly no slouches, the monsters and sin eaters that dwelt in the well did not prove much of a challenge. however much though the praise might lift her, she is not entirely sure that she deserves it.
mostly, she is relieved. this vast and unforgiving desert is the harshest of norvrandt's remaining landscapes, both in climate and in purpose - it is the end of the world in near every capacity, the last haven for the dying, for those who yet live and cling to a time long past. it was not easy, living here. every day was painful, every step was a challenge, and yet she is more fond of and invested in amh araeng than any other place on the first. a bit of her heart and spirit are here in these weathered stones, in this light-blasted sand. to see it finally relieved of that wretched, oppressive veil of light.. it touches her soul in ways she has not the talent to put into words. tesleen is not far from her thoughts. she never is. but now..
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however, if there is anyone whose approval could mean anything to her, it is mykha's. though their relationship goes far deeper now than plain and simple hero-worship, there is no denying that it fills her heart with a special kind of joy to receive such a compliment from someone she looks up to so fondly. ]
It was nothing.
[ alisaie might not have a head for diplomacy or strategy like her brother, but she is confident enough in her combat skills, at the very least, and while the lightwardens themselves are certainly no slouches, the monsters and sin eaters that dwelt in the well did not prove much of a challenge. however much though the praise might lift her, she is not entirely sure that she deserves it.
mostly, she is relieved. this vast and unforgiving desert is the harshest of norvrandt's remaining landscapes, both in climate and in purpose - it is the end of the world in near every capacity, the last haven for the dying, for those who yet live and cling to a time long past. it was not easy, living here. every day was painful, every step was a challenge, and yet she is more fond of and invested in amh araeng than any other place on the first. a bit of her heart and spirit are here in these weathered stones, in this light-blasted sand. to see it finally relieved of that wretched, oppressive veil of light.. it touches her soul in ways she has not the talent to put into words. tesleen is not far from her thoughts. she never is. but now..
she shakes her head, exhales softly. ]
How are you faring?