it’s a draft

Leander appeared in Evermore three days afterwards. “Queen Nerea’s removed me from all of my duties.” He stated curtly. “Please assign me to something.”

just. fkin

leander realizing what happened after the tsunami was over and

mmmmmmmm

now that I’m thinking about it I’m very very feelsy about Leucothea

A Higgledie who was just trying to be a helpful Higgledie by returning a book, then knowing of a nation that was constantly ending

And not only did she keep returning it over 300 years to someone who would never remember her but also decides to stop the volcano at any cost when there wasn’t any options left

all because of a dedication to help

can we all press an f for makronos the place because there won’t be makronos in my fic

well for the last month or so my stomach’s been hecking up so I guess at least my fic has an impression on someone ha

batu voice: i’m putting you under supervision kid

it’s deliberate characterization I swear

if you think about it roland and doloran are both great

™

at not talking about it

if this is any bit of reassurance Roland will be able to hug Evan later on.

my biggest hope in writing this fic is that when everything is revealed you’d want to go over all of the previous chapters once more

excerpt

The Hydropolitan summoned his wand, muttering something, and runes- images?- appeared briefly on the table. Leander nodded, then turned around, handing the other man a notebook and another wand that he’d taken from his arms band. “We’ll go to the library- it wouldn’t take long once you’ve gotten the hang of it. Practice’s up to you since you’re Chief Consul and have your own duties, but by Brineskimmer’s fins, do not let me hear that you’ve been staying up.”

Roland chuckled at that. “Tall order, but I’ll try. Thanks.” “Don’t think about it.”