Darin’s gaze flicked from Ridahne to the road ahead, “I’ll have to think maybe I can help think of a design.”

There was silence of a little bit as she thought about it. Darin didn’t handle pain well, so she never thought she would ever get a tattoo. As a result, she never gave tattoos much thought until she had meet Ridahne. She would never say this out loud but her first thoughts had been similar to the people the Elf had mocked earlier. Darin had just thought it must have hurt. Now though Darin was wondering a lot more about what the designs meant and why they were gotten. She still wasn’t sure she would ever get a tattoo of her own, but she could at least respect the people who did.

Darin let Talbot do most of the work as they headed down the road. As she spoke, she seemed far away, “Two marks. It should be two.” She didn’t know how she knew that. She just did, “One for being the Guardian and one for being Seed-Chained. I don’t know much about the mark for the Guardian except for the fact that it needs to be one of a kind. You and you alone will bear that symbol. On the other hand, the mark for being Seed-Chained needs to be something anyone in Astra will both recognize and can wear. It also needs to be unfinished. The symbol for being Seed-Chained can only be completed when it is transformed into the mark for being Seed-Honored.” She paused to ask a question, “Do the colors mean anything? Could the same mark mean something different if it was in black compared to blue? If so,” Darin paused, sure she was crossing a line, “If so, maybe, the symbol for Guardian shouldn’t be an Azurein color.” She laughed nervously, “It’s just a thought.”

Darin wasn’t sure where any of these thoughts had come from. She almost wanted to say it was nonsense expect for the fact that The Seed was burning against her thigh. It was a pleasant feeling, so Darin didn’t think that she was on the wrong track. She might not be one hundred percent correct, but she wasn’t wrong either. Beside she was pretty sure she was right about the two different marks and the difference between the two. She wasn’t so sure about the color thing. She would be willing to back off on that one. Then again, she had never designed a tattoo before. What did she really know?

She pointed out, “We should try to get something figured before we reach Azurei. That way you can actually get the tattoo, or start getting it, while we are there.” She furrowed her brow in puzzlement, “I’m not sure how long a tattoo takes to get. I know you’re working on that one on your leg. What is that one supposed to be? How long until it’s done.”