#basically morning view was a formative album for me and my personal blorbos so it's here in my fanfiction

[tallbluelady]

📝 - awkward

It had been a few weeks since they had defeated Emet-Selch, and the Scions were still stuck on the First. Bits and pieces of the man still plagued Rowan as they sorted through their options. They were oft distracting and she felt as though she could be spending her time doing much more productive things than thinking of the idle lines of her sworn enemy.

The problem was mostly that Rowan didn't want to discuss with anyone else. At best there'd be pity that he had gotten into her head and affected her mental state. At worst, true concern that she'd been swayed into his cause. Not a very likely outcome, seeing as she threw a spear of light into his chest to kill him... but it wasn't outside the realm of possibility.

Remember us... remember that we once lived. Rowan was reluctant to. Truly, twas a sad thing for a civilization to pass, but if the remaining members were set on destroying those who came after, was it worth remembering? But she found that, and his little sung phrase on the cliff side of Khoulsia constantly haunting her.

Fine. Mayhap she'd keep good on her promise of writing that phrase into a song. It wouldn't be as though he'd ever hear the damn thing anyways.

She could even be negative. After all, he rarely did her a kindness. She'd be remembering him truthfully this way.

Blessed she who clearly sees the wood for the trees To obtain a bird's eye is to turn a blizzard into a breeze Rowan was mulling over that couplet when she felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. She still jumped. "Urianger!"

He smiled gently. "Indeed, tis I. Art thou well? I hath not seen nor heard from thee this entire day."

Rowan turned to the window. Even with night returned, she had lost track of time.

"I was, ah, writing something. It's been a bit difficult," she admitted.

"Is there aught thou wouldst like to discuss or is it a private matter? I could offer advice if -"

"It's private," she said quickly.

He nodded. If he was offended by Rowan's terse answer, he didn't show it. "Thancred and Ryne hath offered to share dinner with us. Wouldst thou care to join them or shall I leave thee to thy reverie?"

"I should probably eat." She stood from her chair and stretched. "I doubt I'll get anywhere close to completion tonight anyroad."

Urianger offered his arm with a smile and they left the words to be mulled over another time. She found it much easier to leave them with him around.

Thanks for the prompt!