Dragoncrest Cliffs chanson

This time he did look at her, shocked. Then his ears fell back a bit at the scorn in her tone and, for the first time, he allowed himself to feel a little hurt. He'd tried to be honest with her, to do everything she asked, to show her that he prized their friendship. She was the one who had wanted space.

She's my leader and my best friend. I promised her I'd help her build something new. I'm her Hæland. I have to tell her. He drew back a little, disliking the connotation in her voice and the spite in her eyes.

A lump was beginning to form in his throat. There was nothing here he could apologize for. What he had to give her was not enough. He couldn't put her first - it wasn't his way. This did not mean she was last, and while this was easy for him, it seemed hard for others to grasp. Perhaps he would never find anyone who could truly believe this. Perhaps he would always only be Hæland and nothing more.