Chapter 227: Silvery Lightning
Greldo leaned against the wall of the smithy as the beautiful, deep song continued to resonate throughout all the surrounding buildings. He felt the soft vibration in his shoulder.
"Do you think I will ever be able to do this?" Endil whispered.
Greldo looked at the young smith, wondering when he'd started thinking of Endil as young.
"I'm sure if you can bind to one of those Ganvils and practice long enough, you can do this."
Endil nodded, swaying along with the melody. "It's so much louder than anything else he did."
Greldo listened, then laughed. "You should have been there when he was doing his own card. Some of the surrounding buildings actually cracked and broke down!"
"Really?!"
"Yes. I wasn't there, but I did hear the stories and saw the after-effects."
Gredo smirked as he saw the deep desire in Endil's eyes.
Well, I guess there's definitely going to be a smith here after we left, he thought.
He looked around, staring at the young, burgeoning city around him. Although it definitely reminded him of Malorin, having much of the same architecture, the quality of the buildings was much better, and the streets wider. Everything felt safe, light, and happy, and he wouldn't have minded staying for a while longer.
A foreign feeling grew in his chest, one he'd not felt before, and he smiled ruefully. After only being here for a year, he was already starting to feel more at home in New Malorin than he had ever been in any place on Giard. Part of it was because he could come and go as he pleased and hunt in the forests with Coal without any issues, but there was something else, a feeling he couldn't put his finger on no matter how hard he tried. It was as if… he just fit here. As if something that had been bothering him forever wasn't here.