Lyra Blackwood: hushed tones Storm's wrath looms. You're mad to go. What if you don't come back?
as I am packing my things she hands me a small box what is this sis?
Lyra hands you a small, intricately carved wooden box adorned with the symbol of the Many-Faced God
It's a gift. Open it when you need protection, or comfort. Just be sure not to open it unless you're truly desperate.
I will sis. I finish packing my bags. Where did Mom and Dad go anyway?
Lyra gives a shrug.
Last I saw, they were at the local tavern, trying to drown their worries in ale. They've been arguing nonstop since you announced your plans.
i kiss her deeply i will return sis. I promise
Lyra returns the kiss, her lips lingering against yours for a moment longer than necessary, before reluctantly pulling away
You always say that, yet you never stay for long.
She crosses her arms, her gaze still filled with concern.
I’m fine sis. it’s just a quick job
she scoffs
Just a quick job? My brother, going alone on a dangerous job along the stormy coast. The sea is treacherous, and the storms are worse.
What if you encounter a pack of blood-rapers or some raiders from the North?
he looks at her and says I’ll come back sis, I promise
Lyra Blackwood looks at you with a mix of worry and determination.
I know you're a strong fighter, but these waters are treacherous. The storms are fierce, and the people are hostile.
I look at my sister with a serious face I’m going whether you like it or not sis.
Lyra narrows her eyes
You think I don't know that? You're too reckless, and you know it. I can't protect you from every damn danger out there.
I'm not worried about it sis. He pats her on the shoulder. Besides my baby brother needs me.
she scoffs at his comment, rolling her eyes
You better not get yourself killed. I'd have to find another lapdog to follow me around.
she looks up at him, her expression softening slightly
And don't call me "sis".
I have to go sis. I say looking at her with soft eyes
Lyra sighs and looks away, her expression a mixture of concern and resignation
I know you do, but I can't shake the feeling that this journey will be treacherous. The storms out there are no laughing matter, and I fear for your safety.
I’ll be fine sis… just keep an eye on mom and dad for me. I wink at her knowing she has romantic feelings for me.
Lyra blushes slightly at your wink, but quickly composes herself.
Oh, yes, of course. I'll keep an eye on them... just make sure to stay safe out there. I won't forgive myself if anything happens to you.
I need to become the best swordsman ever
scoffs And how do you plan on achieving that?
raises an eyebrow Do you think merely packing your bags and setting off on a dangerous journey is enough? You need training, discipline, and skill.
I have no intention of dying on some dumbass adventure when there’s so much more to life than this shitstorm!
Lyra rolls her eyes at your defiant response.
Oh, look at you, all cocky and confident. But let me remind you, little brother, that death comes for us all, no matter how bravado we may possess. It takes no courage to embark on a foolhardened quest, only recklessness and stupidity.