Entangled in the clutter of the wooden chair, young Nove had been all but shocked by the blowback. It was but a tap, a simple clap of proven comrades… and yet… and yet it had sent him flying.  He first let his thoughts roam to his longsword. A shuffle of his body had confirmed, through various small but highly sensitive sounds and movements, that it hadn’t been busted. Relief left him in the form of a sigh. 

[i]Good, I don’t have any way of buying another.[/i]

Sir Siph hoisted him back to his feet effortlessly. It made him feel weightless in a manner to be lifted up so easily. And then the most amazing thing happened, Sir Siph, had accepted his question and granted him true knowledge. Knowledge that he had felt deep-within resonating with his motivations. New or not, they spoke with one another and created a blissful reaction inside of him. 

Once it was done and his chest-plate was printed in blood, his forehead dotted too, Nove had gleamed with admiration for the man in front of him. Without willing them, his arms were sliding forth, his rough fingers clenched and flinching from some mysterious strength. 

[i]Strength of will maybe?[/i] he guessed. 

[b][i]Would it be okay to hug him?[/i][/b]

Nove kept himself from doing so, deciding that it would make the moment awkward and clumsy. Instead, he marveled and cherished the moment that had occurred, stashing it in a vault of memories that had rarely been touched by time. As he strode from the clutter, he held an almost child-like smile on his face. 

Marianne’s words had touched him in a way he hadn’t expected either. He had never experienced such feelings. Even a warrior such as his uncle, who led an entire outpost of soldiers, had not inspired such vigor from him. Because of her lone sentence, Nove had felt more certain that his blade for the whole of  the team more than ever.  

[b] “Oh man, I’m sooo excited now. Sir Siph, when can we move out? I want to step out onto that summit as soon as possible.”[/b] For the first time since his introduction, a kind of springiness was being displayed throughout his fit body. A innate flowing that rippled his form as he bounced on his tip-toes. His bronze eyes were afire with adventure. 

[@Hammerman] [@zelosse]