Post by Prince Sabriel de Trevalion on Mar 20, 2008 17:59:54 GMT -5
Idiots. Both of us. Him for being to jealous of Annabel to spend anytime saving our friendship. And me, for not seeing it hadn't dimished, or having any way to use that to my advantage. I'd lost track of time ever since I left after the longest night. I'd left without any notice. I couldn't believe how he could say he deserved the right to be Duc even though I spent more time in Azzalle now than he ever did. The bastard had left for city of Elua, and hadn't looked back, so I was told He was in much better 'condition' than I, what a joke. It was by Elua's fortune that he was born a mere two years before me, learning how to do little more than walk, and take a shit on his own before me. And it was by that same fate, of opposite ends that cursed me to be with Annabel when she suffered that accident. The only thing I could say was that I was the last one to see her smile before her death. No doubt Augustin resents me for that more than anything.
I'd gone back to Azzalle, traveling from inn to inn to sulk, and concieve of a new tact in dealing with brother. However, during said time, for which I'd lost track off, all I had to show were blisters on my hands and sore arms via judicious sparring.
Now, I found myself visiting the Shrine of Azza, hoping that my patron follower might offer me some guidance. Unshod and silent, a priest lead my boldly to the statue. In pride glory, Azal stood above me, sextant in hand. I knelt, recieving a blessing, and giving a prayer of my own.
I'll triumph over Augustin, that much is certain. If I want to show him his error in judgement, it's the only way. Once done, I'll offer the olive branch, and end this. But blind anger won't be enough, it just get's in the way, even I'm not that stupid. I can learn.
I'd gone back to Azzalle, traveling from inn to inn to sulk, and concieve of a new tact in dealing with brother. However, during said time, for which I'd lost track off, all I had to show were blisters on my hands and sore arms via judicious sparring.
Now, I found myself visiting the Shrine of Azza, hoping that my patron follower might offer me some guidance. Unshod and silent, a priest lead my boldly to the statue. In pride glory, Azal stood above me, sextant in hand. I knelt, recieving a blessing, and giving a prayer of my own.
I'll triumph over Augustin, that much is certain. If I want to show him his error in judgement, it's the only way. Once done, I'll offer the olive branch, and end this. But blind anger won't be enough, it just get's in the way, even I'm not that stupid. I can learn.