In all the years that they had been together, Seraphina had always known Sangye to be a beacon of courteousness and propriety. Even in the training grounds the dryad moved with more poise and grace than one would think given their size and weapon of choice. After all not many people looked at a heavy claymore and thought ‘ah yes, clearly the most elegant of weapons’ but Sangye had always been able to make it work.
Unlike Seraphina however, Sangye’s good manners had not been forged by isolation and expectation, but from unwavering belief in the system that had taught them how to behave. The dryad might not have been a Skyborn, but they certainly acted like one. As much as Seraphina adored her friend, in her less charitable moments she envied the warrior fiercely for their unshakeable confi
