I’ve been thinking about the newest book and Asra’s route is so bittersweet to me :’ ) I mean imagine the fact Asra thinks about his parents every night not knowing whether his parents is alive or dead only to be consoled with whatever they left for him. Same goes to Aisha and Salim. Being stuck in the other realm with the thoughts of their baby alone and afraid or even worse he might have got killed by Lucio. The worst kind of pain is never knowing how the other party is. I guess maybe that’s why Asra was willing to take such risks for the apprentice.
I felt like making a festive Asra edit. Feel free to unwrap your gift 😉 , I’ll be making two more with Julian and Nadia. If you’re interested in them just tell me which one you would like to see first.
There are three kinds of knowledge. First, the things that you know. The shop. How to barter for a better price on bolts of fabric. Nine of the ten types of smiles that Asra gives you, like gifts pressed into your hands.
Second, there are things that you know you don’t know. “What lies outside of Vesuvia?” you ask, and then gasp, sinking to your knees, as pain locks its jaws around the base of your skull like a vice grip. When you can stand again, days later, you know that you do not know. You don’t try to ask Asra where he’s been again, but you are aware of this gap in knowledge.
Lastly, there are things that you don’t know that you don’t know.
“How many people live here?” you ask. Your friend lives above the brewery. It’s a business below and a home above, like the shop. There are two beds squeezed into one room.
Catching up with the arcana lately, and this battle outfit made me cry
WTF Asra???? I don’t care if you can attack with magic, WHO would wear that on a battlefield????? That’s like 80% of ur skin exposed
Toad's Cave 