| |

|
Sage nodded slowly when she mentioned it was from Nate and Dorian. Well at least they were alive, and she'd seen them. "And they're both alright," he asked, knowing she'd been worried about both of them. He did let out a sigh when she mentioned a possible war, fingers tightening around the bag as he moved to start putting the foods away in separate containers. "It very well could," he noted with a sigh. "I've seen it happen many times before," he added, frowning as he thought about it. If war came....they'd be in trouble here. More trouble than they were already in.
|
|  |
|
| |

|
Elara hesitated for a moment, informing him of their wellbeing. "Well. . . Nate is... I don't know, I didn't reckognize him at first. He looks like he's aged twenty years, and his eyes, oh Sage his eyes," The woman shook her head, swallowing hard. "They're just about empty. I don't know who that man is but that is not my brother, he's changed, not even the same person." She muttered.
|
|  |
|
| |

|
Sage hummed softly in acknowledgement of her brothers state of well being, sighing softly as he continued to separate the fruit and nuts and meat from the bag and into containers. "It doesn't take much to age a person," he murmured softly. "Being in charge of a Kingdome is a lot of work. Stressful. Especially when it's being split." He shook his head slightly. "It changes people. But, Elara, you're not the same person as you were when you left either," he pointed out. He wasn't sure where he was going with this but ...maybe this would all turn out alright for her brother. He hoped so.
|
|  |
|
| |

|
"Tell me about it," She muttered, rolling her eyes at the memory of it as she started helping him seperate everything, nodding when he noted she wasn't the same as when she left. "Not really, still wake up sometimes and immediately think 'how many days do I have left before i'm shipped off to Vallora?' then remember i'm here." Elara explained
|
|  |
|
| |

|
Sage nodded when she mentioned that she still sometimes felt the same way as before. "Sure," he noted. "And you'll always carry part of who you were before," he noted. "But you have changed," he added. He had emptied the bag by then, and moved to fold it up and put it away before facing her. "Some days I wake up and wonder who I need to kill today still," he admitted. "Or dream about things I've done or things that were done to me." He shrugged. "But that doesn't mean I havent grown since then." It was just an example ...to show her that she wasn't alone. He hoped it came off that way.
|
|  |
|
| |

|
She nodded, facing him with some sort of grin as she leaned back against the counter, elbows resting on the wood. "You've changed, too. Little less 'climbing through the windowsill just to steal a few necklaces' , more so 'i'd actually work to buy it'." Elara mused, somewhat teasing somewhat not.
|
|  |
|
| |

|
Sage chuckled softly when she mentioned his previous blunder....the time they'd first met. "I was a bit more desperate then," he noted with amusement. Then his grin widened. "Don't get me wrong, though, I'm still down to climb through a window and steal stuff," he added with a laugh. "I just admit though, the work we do here, to keep this place together....it's much better. Though I do still enjoy the adrenaline rush from sneaking into a castle now and again."
|
|  |
|
| |

|
Elara chuckled, grinning in agreement. "That wall I had to climb every single night, try and get back to bed before they realized I was gone. And also it wasn't Sage-proof, which means it wasn't a very good window." She noted, shaking her head softly at the thought.
|
|  |
|
| |

|
Sage just nodded along with her ,ommant about the window, just shaking his head in amusement. "Well, I can manage to get into pretty much anywhere," he mused. "I've gotten into thq kings bedhamber too. And your prisons," he admitted sheepishly.
|
|  |
|
| |

|
Elara had a surprised look on her face, grinning. "Really? You got into the most heavily fortified room in the whole castle? Was he in there?" She questioned, chucklking lightly at the thought.
|
|  |
|