“Alright, alright, just do not get too cocky, brother.” Porom gave another giggle, letting his gloating go for now, if not for his sake. He really needed some encouragement from where she stood. And while it was hard to talk to her brother at times because of that fear, she was aware that there is a way for them both to communicate regardless.
“Ah! That is right! Let us take a basket with us then just in case.” Porom offered. It was nice to see how well Palom had taken care of the village in her absence, as well as the people of Mysidia. It brought some relief to her mind at the very least, though her brother was still her top concern. That reminded the young white mage. “I will go fetch one from the house. I think we still have two of them at least.”
❝–You don’t have to worry about that, Porom.❞ As if dismissing it, he chuckled a bit and shook his head. There really wasn’t a need to get a basket. They’d probably end up bringing a black and white mage with them, even though it wasn’t really necessary. Though, it did seem as Porom wanted to do so, so he’d let her or now. Make up for the years they weren’t together.
After all, for the twins, a three year age difference was enough to make it seem like they weren’t twins at all. And that really sucked. It was something he’d rather not think of.
Raising a hand, he went to touch her hair but froze halfway through the thought of touching her. Withdrawing his hand, he gave a small smile and turned towards the entrance.
❝–Although, if you want to, I won’t hold you back. Go ahead, I’ll be waiting for you.❞
