POV -> Maddison
Cody had not run into a lot of individuals he would call “company” in his journeys. Ever since he reached the mainland, it had been Hord’anne, and Alina’s guidance. They were friends by virtue that he had forgotten anyone else he would have called that.
Until he met Sariel.
She was alright. As good as, if not better, company than Hord’anne.
The mercenary however, was the opposite of company. Cody had spent their afternoon of walking trying to think of the right word to call him.
A thorn?
He was prickly enough. Ever since he’d left Maynard’s mansion with a slightly chubbier Hord’anne on his shoulder, the mercenary had been giving him pointed glares.
He didn’t seem a villain.
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Not enthusiastic to join him like Sariel was.
Trying to kill a father in front of his kids wasn’t very heroic though. He was just some guy with a sword and an attitude.
An unsavoury companion? Detrimental acquaintance?
Cody spent their lunch break with Sariel, showing her a few easier symbols. She was picking up reading quickly. In a few weeks Cody could see her starting on writing. Learning an incantation or two would do wonders to help her control her magic.
He held in a sigh as a shadow blotted out the sunlight on their pages. Cody didn’t pay Maddison a glance. He’d stolen the book from Maynard’s study, it was a children’s fairytale. He wasn’t doing anything wrong.
Maybe he was trying to soak up the lessons as well. Cody hadn’t seen evidence the man could read.
“Sariel.”
Cody hid his frustration at the mercenary's voice.
“Do you want to learn how to make a fire?”
Cody scrunched his nose, giving Maddison a confused look.
It was mid day.
Sariel however, was not hung up on this detail and leapt to her feet at the invitation. “Yes!”
Cody watched Sariel wander off to a small pile of sticks with Maddison. The smug look Maddison paid him over his shoulder told all the warlock needed to know.
A bad influence. That’s what he was.
