[it's finally time. they've been preparing for this day for weeks - well, mostly sage, taking trips out into the swamp, reading old books with fragile pages, brewing up things in his room while the rest of the house was asleep. minsu mostly followed and lingered, always ready to help if he could, but probably in the way more often than not.
all for this. minsu should be a little apprehensive, probably, but he's far from it. he's always been fascinated by magic, but this is sage's magic. yes, he knows what it's taken from him, what it demands, what it can do. and that just makes him want this all the more.
he wants to show the witch that he's not afraid, and he wants to lay sage's fears to rest too. this is how that happens, this binds them together, and minsu's so enamored by the idea that he doesn't hear sage at first.]
Huh? [he pulls his eyes away from the vine-wrapped trees surrounding them and comes forward, the little sachet held carefully in both hands.] I have it. I'm ready.
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all for this. minsu should be a little apprehensive, probably, but he's far from it. he's always been fascinated by magic, but this is sage's magic. yes, he knows what it's taken from him, what it demands, what it can do. and that just makes him want this all the more.
he wants to show the witch that he's not afraid, and he wants to lay sage's fears to rest too. this is how that happens, this binds them together, and minsu's so enamored by the idea that he doesn't hear sage at first.]
Huh? [he pulls his eyes away from the vine-wrapped trees surrounding them and comes forward, the little sachet held carefully in both hands.] I have it. I'm ready.