Kaliv blinked, he watched Felicity get out. A slight fluctiatuon of magic occured with him again, and suddenly he felt a foreign, overwhelming sadness well up with in him. It wasn't his own. With a start, he sprinted out of the library. But the Earthborn mage he was so fond of wasn't there. He walked to the Tavern, a frown on his face. He blinked, the atmosphere within the Journeyman's was deadly. A man was keeled over, hands grasped over his crotch. Kaliv shot a look like poision at Felicity - but it was obvious he wasn't truely angry. He was just annoyed that she had comprimised her own saftey.
Kaliv sighed exasperatley, promptly facepalming. Angered patrons beggining to rise up and crack their fists. Sudden, Kaliv boomed: "Sit down, all of you!" He had the fury of a god about him, yet the patrons obviously were not going to give up that easily.
"Are you saying that we should just leave that..." One of the patrons spat, his hair was a dull grey and matted unkemptly. "Thing alone?"
"She is not a thing." Kaliv boldly said, "She is a friend, and a love."
The choice of words struck even himself. He shook the idealistics out of his mind - he had still picked the words carefully. It shocked the Tavern owners into focusing on him, not Felicity. She was safe. They eyed the prince with hatred. "Your a traitor to your own race" One of them bellowed.
"Actually," Kaliv insisted, his eyes narrowing at the man. "Valstram was on even terms with the Earthborn. They were never our enemies. Yet your pointless quarrels with them have lead you into such a disgusting, discriminating and blind rage that you feel the need to turn away each and every one of them." His voice was beggining to tremble. He didn't know why he was so angry, he had heard the storeis. "You butchered their people, i've even heard rumours you made buildings with their corpses! Imagine that! An entire house made of the flesh of the fallen."
He clenched his fists, the rumours had alot of truth to them. He was beggining to sence the natural magic radiance of some of the buildings, it was akin to that which he felt around Felicity. "BLASPHEMY!" He spat, "To torment the souls of your enemies, to go against your basic MORALS. The degenerativeness you've displayed whilst i've been here is making me sick to my ****ing stomach."
The in was once again silent, his voice seeming to betray his age. Shaking the in, he cast his eye over them. The tention of silence was now replaced with the silence of fear.
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