ERD
If this dreadful weather had done anything for certain, it was ruin the moods of the people in Terrastella. Since their impromptu arrival and subsequent ‘adoption’ into the Dusk Court, the people all seemed like a jovial, pleasant sort. It had taken them some time to grow accustomed to being welcomed and wanted around an area, but the constant rains, floods, and landslides seemed to put a damper on that. Not that he could judge them all for it.
Citizens of Terrastella were missing. Some were probably even dead, caught unawares of the mercy of the storm. The local wildlife had practically invaded the capitol, desperate to find even a semblance of a warm, dry place to hide and wait for it all to blow over. Erd found it to be no surprise that the gloomy atmosphere and perpetual state of exhaustion would have spread to Marisol as well.
Her words, while biting, were not meant to slice or harm or inflict any sort of pain. The twins had been abused long enough to be quite capable of telling the difference. If anything, they appeared to just be a means to vent the overwhelmed frustration that the Commander was feeling. Where his brother seemed uncertain, shifting his weight and drawing closer to his own side, Erd simply smiled sympathetically. He understood. Gods above, did he understand.
“We’re safe, yeah,” the elder warlock stated softly, the calm of his voice almost overrun by the sound of rain falling around their very shoulders, “You don’t have to worry about us. We’ve been taking care of ourselves.”
Erd’s gaze drifted to his brother, peering at him through frosted lashes and taking in his frozen stance and rigid posture, before letting his eyes wander back to Marisol. Concern twisted his expression then, turquoise eyes growing warm with earnest apprehension. “And you? Are you alright, Commander? You haven’t been injured in the storms, have you?”
Because if there was anyone who was surely out among such foul, dangerous weather, it was the Commander of Terrastella’s flight army. Surely there had been no rest for her, and Erd wondered briefly just how many men or women the Halcyon Army had at their disposal. Were their ranks stretched too thin? Was that why Marisol, cool, confident, self-assured Marisol, seemed so frail and threadbare?
Erd inhaled, paused for a moment, then opened his mouth to go ahead and inquire. “… Do you need help? Is there anything we can do to help?”
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