Despite everything Clarisse huffs out a bitter laugh. "Seriously fuck magic."
She hauls open the doors to the central tower and begins to make her way up the stairs, ignoring the elevator entirely. It feels like Astrid's footfalls are closer to hers now, like instead of trailing Clarisse she's almost walking beside her, but she can't quite bring herself to look over and confirm that.
"I know you don't remember me, but I showed you how to ride a griffon," she says after a long hesitation. "And you gave me this carving of one for Satinalia. And we were kind of... friends, I think."
She keeps telling herself it's fine that all that is gone now. She can start over and rebuild it all. But those thoughts are hollow in moments like these, when she's confronted with the people she likes and all she gets back is blank stares.
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She hauls open the doors to the central tower and begins to make her way up the stairs, ignoring the elevator entirely. It feels like Astrid's footfalls are closer to hers now, like instead of trailing Clarisse she's almost walking beside her, but she can't quite bring herself to look over and confirm that.
"I know you don't remember me, but I showed you how to ride a griffon," she says after a long hesitation. "And you gave me this carving of one for Satinalia. And we were kind of... friends, I think."
She keeps telling herself it's fine that all that is gone now. She can start over and rebuild it all. But those thoughts are hollow in moments like these, when she's confronted with the people she likes and all she gets back is blank stares.