Fairspell Meadow Auspicious Anomalancy

Unfortunately, his vagueness only drew her in, and Zafina eagerly shot several more inquiries about his past at him. They grazed his skin like silver bullets. Still, he answered, if only because he'd taken a liking to her. Though, the raven shifted in slight discomfort, flicking his ember eyes away for a moment before he spoke. I wouldn't call them thugs... we were soldiers through and through. Some shared my mother tongue, but they hailed from backgrounds as varied as you could imagine. "Some" included his brother, which he loathed to think about. After a moment, he added, I lost all of them in one way or another. I don't think about my past often. It was the closest Corvus got to admitting to someone that thinking about his history hurt.

When he turned the question on her, she herself felt conflicted on what to say, and he had an inkling as to why. But she decided to answer what he presumed was truthful in her eyes. Corvus listened, though he did not understand. It sounded like a religion of sorts, and so he would treat it as such — though he didn't share her worldview, he would respect it. It was fruitless to try and sway a mind so deeply rooted in a belief. While I don't follow, I hope you may achieve the peace you desire, Said the raven straight from his bruised, dark heart.