Beneath all that armor (HTBD 136)
Oh random prompt generator, you are so cruel. I took the challenge posed by “Karl Thekla/Owain, beneath all that armor”.
Beneath all that armor
“Good morning, Enchanter Thekla, how may I assist you?”
“Good morning, Owain, I have a requisition for a summoning censer.”
Karl waited patiently for Owain to return, taking the censer with a pro forma “Thank you,” before leaving. • • •
The equanimity was hard-won every time Karl left Owain to his work monitoring the Circle’s magical stores, answering or not-answering inquisitive apprentices, even taking a turn enchanting the objects that the mages used.
Sometimes Karl felt a burning, irrational urge to knock a requisition form out of some apprentice’s hand, to shout at them, Don’t you know what price is paid for your rod of fire or summoning censer or glyph wand?
That urge rose most often after a visit to the storeroom, after speaking with Owain, after handing over a form and looking into his eyes and searching, searching, Maker searching for some sign of the man he had once been.
Karl had to gird himself every time. He had to put a shield in front of his heart, put heavy armor on his soul, and bear up under their weight in order to look into the empty eyes of a man who had once been a friend and was now as useful as a hammer and just as emotional as one as well.
Then he would take the rod, the censer, or the wand; he would say “Thank you”; and he would walk away with his shoulders slowly slumping under the weight of the armor that did nothing to spare him from self-inflicted wounds. • • •
Please, kill me before I forget again.
It’s cruel to ask, but crueler still to ask someone who remembers who you were to stand by and do nothing.
I have a lot of feelings about the Tranquil, so this needs to be on my blog.
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