[ Brave. Maybe, but he was close to giving up and crashing before Jester spoke to him on that ship. Terrified, homesick and so very confused. Everything had gone up and down like the water's edge by the sea, but following your destiny will never be easy. That was what faith was all about, going forward even if it was hard - because in the end, the path back might be even more difficult.
He's changed. He's not the same Clay that left this graveyard and he cannot go back to that person, even when sitting in the very best version of his home. Yet he doesn't regret it, because it has brought him so much more.
Cad smiles a little when they hands touch again, an eagerness in the way his ears perk a bit and his fingers move to grip Fjord's. He meets the half-orc's eyes with such softness on his features.
When he first met Fjord, the man had struck him as an angsty teen, but they had time to get to know eachother. Now he understands that loneliness, the need to be useful and important. The fear of abandonment. ]
You are a strong person, Fjord. I believe you were always meant for this. You only got a little lost on the way. [ Thanks to some sneasnake. ] I am... I am happy I could be there to help you return to your road again.
[ As Fjord leans against him, the firbolg carefully does the same. It's easier, in couches made for his people. Less strain on his neck. ]
You helped me remember my path, Fjord. We helped eachother.
when your goddess watches with binoculars yelling 'SOULMATES' from the sidelines
He's changed. He's not the same Clay that left this graveyard and he cannot go back to that person, even when sitting in the very best version of his home. Yet he doesn't regret it, because it has brought him so much more.
Cad smiles a little when they hands touch again, an eagerness in the way his ears perk a bit and his fingers move to grip Fjord's. He meets the half-orc's eyes with such softness on his features.
When he first met Fjord, the man had struck him as an angsty teen, but they had time to get to know eachother. Now he understands that loneliness, the need to be useful and important. The fear of abandonment. ]
You are a strong person, Fjord. I believe you were always meant for this. You only got a little lost on the way. [ Thanks to some sneasnake. ] I am... I am happy I could be there to help you return to your road again.
[ As Fjord leans against him, the firbolg carefully does the same. It's easier, in couches made for his people. Less strain on his neck. ]
You helped me remember my path, Fjord. We helped eachother.