Cross the stars with me

All in the Balance

[A/N] You're Mister thick thick thicketty thickface from thicktown THICKANIA... AND SO'S YOUR DAD- okay no more doctor who references anyway hello hello you beautiful people I just wanted to say that if not obvious already the current chapters are very Sam/Eynal focused I felt that we needed a good focus on them and their relationship (since that's literally the main focus of this story) I feel letting the other issues stew in the background cropping up every so often does add a little to the imagination which is good and hopefully is working, RANT OVER ENJOY THE CHAPTER!!!

-Sam-

A letter had been delivered to me from home I'd expected to hear nothing but there it was, a roll of thick creamy paper with orders from my father: We write to inform you that it's been decided you will take no part in and will in no way involve the family name in the ridiculous conflict brewing to the north, continue your business as usual don't screw this up Samuel, that is all.

Only when I had read it three times did I come to terms with his ignorance, it kind of defeated the entire point of an alliance if we didn't stand up for the people, we swore friendship to. I had made a home here, a room made and access to all of Whitemoons facilities they had done a great deal to accommodate me, I needn't return home if I wished not to but I was still bound by what he ordered me to do If I disobeyed I shuddered to think what he'd do likely get off his chair ride up here and drag me back to Silvergarde by my ear.

Despite the endless list of accommodations, they had given me I had yet to explore a great deal of them, the past few weeks had entailed me either spending time in the duelling room or hunching over Eynal's table reading to my heart's content. I would be a liar if I said it wasn't fun but the urge for something more, something deeper had been nagging at me incessantly for days and I found that amid that amethyst field, I needed it more than ever.

My finger delicately skimmed across the yellowing page, I was not born with the innate skill of genius like some had no the skills of maths, history, and philosophy were often beyond my capacity, but I had found a fascination for reading exacerbated by his wonderful collection of novels and passages. This book was confusing, to say the least, made worse by his handwriting, compulsively neat and fancy like everything else about him, it was about a group of wealthy people who had abandoned the life of the rich and instead took to exploring the riches of nature they so wished to find some ancient relics to dabble in old powers that would elevate them beyond what is seemingly 'human' I started to see Eynal's point about it being fictional but the way it was dictated made it seem so real.

"So why is it called the second dream then?" I asked, every title means something It's the telling of what the writer has intended to focus on.

"Ooh, that's far too wealthy of a spoiler." He answered he had returned to the style I had met him in, neat and groomed his hair was fixed and the bags under his eyes had started to fade.

"I so wish for you to spoil it, but I fear I would prefer the plot twist," I said.

"You're a walking contradiction."

"Hey!"

He began stirring something into his cup as he smirked at me devilishly. "I must confess my love for tormenting you."

"Don't I know it." I said with a fake scowl, "What's with the drink?" I motioned to whatever he had placed in the water.

He averted his eyes and sniffled "It's just a relaxant."

I squinted at him. "Sounds a little suspicious."

"I just take them from time to time it's fine, honestly I know you're going to worry," he said dismissively.