"We don't think much of ants, 'til they're the size of houses and burnin' down the forests. The desert is our home... and we're losin' that, too."
Knox was quiet, but his eyes flickered between Sybella and Kee. A shimmer crossed over his gaze like the passing sun over clouds —- and maybe just know he the moment of silence, silence from violence that is, he had realized just how beautiful Kee was. (c)
Knox rose quickly, not out of fright or readying for battle —- he knew that voice. Kee it was. Soft and tender as the morning air, and now he felt like a right fool. And quickly rubbed the last of his tears before clearing his throat. (c)
Her hand is like a solid wall. Faith and understanding —- and the shared trauma of a life that was never fully lived.
Now to wanderers, aimless no more. As for they’ve seen there others just like them.
Finally, Knox seeks her eyes. Without hesitation, but with the red burn of pain only a commander of loss could have.
“I will serve you until my end. Empress. For the people we have lost, and the Kingdom would could not keep.”
“Lady Kee.” Knox said, his voice back to its resolute tone. The sound of tremble had finally left his throat. He moved, standing closer to Sybella now.