An Average Reincarnation

Holy Capital of Talis

+++ Alfon's Perspective +++

What happened afterwards was a blur. Swift and Prisilla had found us underneath the rubble and dug us out before handing us to the servants of Lord Derick. Mother came by shortly after the priests saw to us.

I thought I was going to be scolded again but she said nothing and just sat with while holding me tight. Lord Derick visited us shortly after and apologized to my mother before calling her away to discuss something.

Within the hour she came back and the whole caravan was back on the road again, when I asked why were travelling during the night mother explained it to me softly.

"Rafine is hurt dear, we don't have the supplies to treat her here."

Oh... right.

"Mom, is she going to be okay?"

"She's been through worse." She smiled and patted my head, "I'm sure she'd be glad to know you were thinking about her.

I think I fell asleep soon after that.

+++

The days after that were pretty foggy. Since my arms were in a rather dangerous state I could barely think through the pain most of the time. It didn't help that the carriage rode quickly through poorly maintained roads, making the ride uncomfortable, though I suppose it was worth it to seek help in a city faster.

I also didn't see Nina or Rafine at all, mother told me they were riding elsewhere but I couldn't help being worried. I could tell there was a lot on her mind and she wasn't telling me any of it.

It wasn't all bad though. They found the paintbrush I got from Freya underneath the rubble despite the battleground looking like a scene out of hell. The wand and knife I got, however, were less fortunate but the Lord Derick said that if any items of those descriptions turned up on the market he would buy them at any price.

Though I'm not sure a replacement would hold as much value.

I also got to see Prisilla more than usual since they needed someone to look after me. Mother was even busier now that we were making haste through the roads and we barely had enough scouts before as it is, but despite her added workload she still made it to my bedtime to sing a lullaby to me.

She's had a habit of doing that nowadays and I have to say she is a great singer. I had memorized a couple of her songs by now and sung them to myself when mother wasn't around.

Prisilla couldn't animate her stories with clay figurines but the tales she told were interesting nonetheless, though it usually ended up with her being kicked out of whatever establishments she had found herself disagreeing with. She also taught me a variety of games she had learned in various regions, and I picked up on those quickly.

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"Alfy, that's enough talk about it, how about we play a game nya?" She grinned from ear to ear as she pulled out an intricate wooden box from her knapsack. "I stol- bought this off an elf once, the cards are from one to ten and then from keeper, guardian, and master. Master is the strongest card."

Wait... I've... seen this before.

"You can play the cards as singles or pairs or that other stuff I taught you nya." She gave the deck a clumsy shuffle before dealing the cards between us. "First to empty their hand wins."

Haven't I played this once upon a time?

"Oh whoops, sorry I forgot you can't move your arms." She turned to the servant that had been temporarily assigned to me. "Hey, you there!"