( the past can't be changed. that's something Steak has never bothered to mope about. it's a waste of his time and energy to dwell on the things he should have done, or how things should have gone.
instead, as ever, he looks forward. the events regarding the cult can't be changed, but he can train to be stronger, better. train to ensure that next time, he isn't caught off guard by such tricks.
which is why, when Red Wine finds him, he's sat in the garden, cross-legged and eyes closed, trying — and largely failing — to meditate, to reach into the magic Aefenglom provides him and use it somehow. several books lie scattered in the grass around him, each one open to a different page, but all talking about shields or basic magic control. )
Wha—?? ( he just about catches the bottle before it whacks him in the chest and immediately levels a glare at Red Wine. ) Don't just decide things for the both of us!
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
no subject
Date: 2021-03-01 05:48 pm (UTC)instead, as ever, he looks forward. the events regarding the cult can't be changed, but he can train to be stronger, better. train to ensure that next time, he isn't caught off guard by such tricks.
which is why, when Red Wine finds him, he's sat in the garden, cross-legged and eyes closed, trying — and largely failing — to meditate, to reach into the magic Aefenglom provides him and use it somehow. several books lie scattered in the grass around him, each one open to a different page, but all talking about shields or basic magic control. )
Wha—?? ( he just about catches the bottle before it whacks him in the chest and immediately levels a glare at Red Wine. ) Don't just decide things for the both of us!
( and yet he stands up and follows anyway. )