Ohana Means Nobody Gets Left Out of the Guild [MGI p2]
Oct 30, 2023 21:34:52 GMT -5
Post by Cantio von Lumen on Oct 30, 2023 21:34:52 GMT -5
Astrid’s surprise over his question is understandable; and Cantio is only able to smile sheepishly at her.
In truth, Cantio’s surprise over ’the least Morrigan could do’ probably has something to do with his own insecurities in the long run. Perhaps it is the fact that somewhere deep down, he just doesn’t think he deserves it; perhaps it is the fact that he didn’t work for it; perhaps it is that he doesn’t want to feel he’s bullied a friend into giving him something.
Either way, Astrid’s stance and tone certainly tells him she’ll have plenty to say on the way home.
Cantio’s brows furrow slightly, the quirk of his lips sympathetic when he pulls away from Morrigan; a glint in his golden eyes belaying the hope for the rebirth of a friendship once mimicked, broken, and then reforged in the ashes.
The fellblood’s tail sways, languidly curling around the legs of the table nearby as it weaves through the air in a lazy back and forth, displaying a genuine glee over Morrigan’s words. He just smiles when Morrigan mumbles; he is willing to believe for the other fellblood if necessary.
Of course, he’s not the only one, right?
Cantio may be an airhead, but Morrigan’s dear friend, Kvasir, surely holds the same belief in them.
It isn’t long before the trio goes about perusing through Morrigan’s items; some are questionable— the creature paw makes Cantio wrinkle his nose a little— but the silver and gold sword that Astrid picks out is beautiful.
Also, not for him, because he’s sworn off trying to learn combat after— uh.
Cantio holds the silver and gold sword carefully, running a thumb over its sheathe and trying to ignore the phantom sting of a long series of scars hidden beneath his overcoat. He pushes thoughts of the past out of his head; but when it’s suggested this be the item they take to the guild… well, it feels right for some indiscernible reason.
He also totally misses the exchange between Morrigan and Astrid; instead, looking almost quizzically at Morrigan when they grumble after his daughter; but offering them a smile when they look his way. A bloom of warmth settles in his chest, and he laughs a gleeful, “Of course,” over Morrigan’s promise and their request.
Tucking the sword beneath an arm, Cantio clasps Morrigan’s hand with a smile, “I hope I’ll see you there; I always have time for the great Morrigan Moonweaver.” With that, he pulls Morrigan into a brief embrace. “Thank you again, Morrigan. I really am glad to call you a friend.” He releases the fellblood, tail swishing back and forth as he steps back and gives Morrigan one last wave.
“Let’s talk again soon, yeah? Maybe catch up properly next time.” He hops out of Morrigan’s wagon, then perks up one last time; he turns, walking backwards to add one last, “By the way, your slippers are really cute!” before he turns and rushes to catch up with Astrid.
He slows his steps once he reaches her and ruffles her hair affectionately when he does; his mood infinitely better than it had been earlier that day. "Thank you, Astrid." he adds warmly. "I'll make you that hot cocoa as soon as we get back home."
In truth, Cantio’s surprise over ’the least Morrigan could do’ probably has something to do with his own insecurities in the long run. Perhaps it is the fact that somewhere deep down, he just doesn’t think he deserves it; perhaps it is the fact that he didn’t work for it; perhaps it is that he doesn’t want to feel he’s bullied a friend into giving him something.
Either way, Astrid’s stance and tone certainly tells him she’ll have plenty to say on the way home.
Cantio’s brows furrow slightly, the quirk of his lips sympathetic when he pulls away from Morrigan; a glint in his golden eyes belaying the hope for the rebirth of a friendship once mimicked, broken, and then reforged in the ashes.
The fellblood’s tail sways, languidly curling around the legs of the table nearby as it weaves through the air in a lazy back and forth, displaying a genuine glee over Morrigan’s words. He just smiles when Morrigan mumbles; he is willing to believe for the other fellblood if necessary.
Of course, he’s not the only one, right?
Cantio may be an airhead, but Morrigan’s dear friend, Kvasir, surely holds the same belief in them.
It isn’t long before the trio goes about perusing through Morrigan’s items; some are questionable— the creature paw makes Cantio wrinkle his nose a little— but the silver and gold sword that Astrid picks out is beautiful.
Also, not for him, because he’s sworn off trying to learn combat after— uh.
Cantio holds the silver and gold sword carefully, running a thumb over its sheathe and trying to ignore the phantom sting of a long series of scars hidden beneath his overcoat. He pushes thoughts of the past out of his head; but when it’s suggested this be the item they take to the guild… well, it feels right for some indiscernible reason.
He also totally misses the exchange between Morrigan and Astrid; instead, looking almost quizzically at Morrigan when they grumble after his daughter; but offering them a smile when they look his way. A bloom of warmth settles in his chest, and he laughs a gleeful, “Of course,” over Morrigan’s promise and their request.
Tucking the sword beneath an arm, Cantio clasps Morrigan’s hand with a smile, “I hope I’ll see you there; I always have time for the great Morrigan Moonweaver.” With that, he pulls Morrigan into a brief embrace. “Thank you again, Morrigan. I really am glad to call you a friend.” He releases the fellblood, tail swishing back and forth as he steps back and gives Morrigan one last wave.
“Let’s talk again soon, yeah? Maybe catch up properly next time.” He hops out of Morrigan’s wagon, then perks up one last time; he turns, walking backwards to add one last, “By the way, your slippers are really cute!” before he turns and rushes to catch up with Astrid.
He slows his steps once he reaches her and ruffles her hair affectionately when he does; his mood infinitely better than it had been earlier that day. "Thank you, Astrid." he adds warmly. "I'll make you that hot cocoa as soon as we get back home."