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Nithel grasped a sword at his side.
A sword…
He stared hard at him a while and Alessio’s heart skipped a beat. He doesn’t remember me… Not immediately, it’s fine it’s fine it’s…just calm down. What happened? Where was Nithel? It must’ve been years if not decades if he looked so much old, did that mean everything–?
“Hello.” His friend said warily, that was so different from–What happened to the innocence? Nithel looked away, but Alessio couldn’t stop staring, there was probably panic written all over his face. Something had happened, something had changed him. Experience and age of course but…
Suddenly Nithel darted a look back at Alessio as if realization had suddenly hit him in a flash. Alessio froze up, all he could think was how much he’d missed his friend but now everything had changed and he didn’t know if he had any reason to hope…Say something, don’t just stand there like an idiot say something. He mentally screamed at himself but nothing…he couldn’t think of anything to say..
Brendin was saying something like “don’t trust the dragon” but that was barely registering. Alessio awkwardly sorta cleared his throat, half almost thinking of something to say but all he did was whisper “Hi”–
—Before the Castle changed. Again.
By the time they appeared again Alessio had gasped an involuntary curse.
“Ah–sor…I’m sorry!” He just cursed in front of Nithel, Nithel who was still there who didn’t disappear with the Castle’s shifting-he wasn’t sure where to look and feeling very restless and anxious.
They were in a expansive hall like the design of the interior of the Temple, at least similar enough according to the descriptions in arcane tomes. Glass stained with paint…he’d only ever read about it.
“Wow…” He murmured outloud, and rubbed his arms uncomfortably, beginning to register he was giddy with excitement and he couldn’t quite recognize the feeling it was a little to foreign. Shut up, stop causing a scene…He glanced back from Nithel to the ornate walls and ceiling, biting his tongue. At the end of the room behind them was a massive set of doors with a white tree carved into pattern.
“It’s the Silver Tree.” Alessio thought outloud, and winced internally. He couldn’t stand still he couldn’t figure out what to do and he couldn’t stop talking. Everything in his mind had been drilled to never express his emotions and to hide but now he wanted to communicate he missed Nithel and he had no idea how to do that.