rest of this glass you offered in my stead~ Aaaaaaaand once I'm done with today's lesson with my favorite little student, I'll get you a drink in return. Just as I promised, my dear and ever loyal Knight!"

Blinking down at it and snorting a little, lifting the glass to his lips to take a sip of it then handing it right back off to the Grandmaster. Wrinkling his nose with his tongue sticking out, winking once as he did so.

"Like I said! I only wanted a sip this time. It's good, though, so enjoy the +

one in hand, happily offering it to the taller.

"Here! But like I said, seriously, just a little sip— Cross my heart on this one."

old,
To never let something so warm turn you so cold.”

continuing to be kind, and living?
Could you do that, could you live still, would you find that forgiving?

Grief is love —
But neither love nor grief should be allowed to consume you whole,
Lest where your heart should be, there will instead be a hole.
Now let this be a lesson —
To all young and +

memory occupy your mind, tell their stories until your own self is left behind.

Perhaps you will forget them on a whim;
Now you can’t look yourself in the eye. You know with them you would never contend;
And what of you, what stories or songs, will you ever find?

Now what of being yourself, +

even lead to your inevitable end.
…. In grief, that’s when true love is tested.
Familial, platonic, romantic — It will be contested.

Will you let it inspire and be what helps you craft your next hymn?
Will grief and love make you take the face of a friend?
Well, perhaps, you’ll let their every +

you hold onto it or let it go,
If it’s true, it’ll find its way back to you.

But don’t you know?

Even when you hold it in your hands and give into its sweet commands,
Whether it be man, woman, child; father to son, mother to daughter, two lovers, or those of a friend,
If left unchecked, it can +

like this, y’know. What’s wrong?”

lips as he left and still there when he had appeared by the bridge over the falls at the side of the mountain— Eyes flickering around as he made his way closer to the seats that were seated at the center of the mountain’s peak.

“I’m here! Been a long time since you sent me a letter +

sitting on to stand on the walkway of the city-state’s wall, reaching up to take it from the creature with gentle hands before opening to read the…. Well. Concerning message inside.

The winds aided him with ease to make it to the destination he was requested to be at, a frown set firmly on his +