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fine.” She rose to her feet, noisily, in the same manner Keith had previously. “If you're ready to return to Mujabalaar then perhaps we can.” He cut it short, seeing her utter despair in reaction to the suggestion. Mordimort despised his stupid outfit, almost as much as she despised Keith himself. Satchel and his prized knife strapped to his belt, cape securely fastened, glasses pushed way too far up his nose, awful thigh high boots laced up. get out mor…” She was barely loud enough, and thanks to the silence she was met with she was uncertain if he had actually heard her, but thankfully she wasn't left hanging.īy this point, Keith was just about ready to leave. She grumbled, reluctantly looking back in Keith’s general direction.

Mordimort fidgeted, looking to Alto for reassurance who simply nodded when their gazes met. “What is it, Mordi?” Keith’s mannerisms often came across as serious and aloof but Alto sensed that he was somewhat fond of her given the fact that he also regularly used her nickname.

He barely reacted, stuffing his belongings into a satchel which he was able to securely attach to his belt. why don't you go with him?”ĭisgust completely enveloped her face, but much to Alto’s surprise she shuffled herself back into an acceptable sitting position and took a moment before clenching her fists as if to power herself up. Alto lowered his voice, leaning towards her. Keith likely already knew she was there, he was incredibly perspective after all. “Right, right.” Alto nodded as he cast his gaze to Mordimort, who looked as if she was sinking herself down to avoid being seen by the other man. “It's looking to be a nice day out, no better time to continue the search of where the grand Keith Kingdom shall stand, no?” “Scouting.” His voice bellowed through the banquet hall, much too loud for the early morning. He pushed up his glasses before gathering up his array of papers. “Hey Keith! Where you off to?” Alto chirped across the room. With a wretched screech that came from chair legs being pushed against the hard floor, Keith rose to his feet and Mordi physically recoiled. Alto could only watch, he didn't mean to make her feel bad but she did often give Keith a hard time, even if his personality did have its quirks. Mordimort sank down in her seat, pouting to herself.

Sure, it was true that Keith had known about Nikki, and he had vowed to look after Mordi, but she couldn't accept that he could truly understand how she felt.Įven if he had let her live a lie, standing by as she had constructed her own bubble to cope, even if he had played along and not let any outsiders in on the fact that the residents of her little camp - Nikki included - were actually created by herself, even if he had taken years out of his life to protect her, and was continuing to do so even after she insisted that she was safe with the Regnant Knights and she didn't even want him around anymore. Nobody could ever understand her bond with Nikki, nor the pain she faced through losing her sister. Even if he had been through his own hardships, there's still no way he could know how she felt. Mordi’s immediate reaction was to close up. It's not like he was even a real part of the Regnant Knights, he was only sticking around to watch over Mordimort to pay off his remaining debts, much to her dismay. He was an oddball of sorts, easy to poke fun at but not entertaining enough for anyone in the group to hang around outside of work. Other than Alto, nobody understood Keith. “Don't you think he's ever been through hardships of his own?” With getting to know Mordi, he had learnt that nothing good comes from coddling her so naturally facing her with difficult topics was the better route sometimes. He lowered his voice, leaning in slightly. She didn't want to be near Keith, let alone think he was like her in any way. She hadn't the slightest idea what Alto was implying but the thought of relating to him in any way was absurd. understand me.” She shuffled uncomfortably. Stubborn as ever, Mordimort lightly shook her head with a lifeless expression plastered across her face. Not many members of the Regnant Knights had the patience to see sense in Keith’s nonsense but after much headache, Alto had begun to see the method behind the madness. “You have more in common with him than you realise, you know.”Īcross the room sat Keith, who was alone at a table absolutely laden in papers.