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Pawn - ‘someone who is used or manipulated to further another person's purposes’
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How could she not see?
They were using her for her strength and in turn they were being used by another. A chain of deceit as man’s greed and lust for power made him turn against his fellow man and use him as a ladder to climb ever higher. Such was the way of these mortals he knew. For the centuries he had lived on this star, ever was it the same.
She had struck him differently the day she had come to where his old corpse was still wrapped around that Garlean vessel. She was the first to show respect and reverence, and it had thoroughly shocked him. No mortal had had so much courage to stand firm and speak to him let alone speak as “equals”. How his curiousity had been peeked, and when his lost child apeared around her as aether, he knew.
“Oh Raihogg, my child…”
Midgardsormr knew what path his son had chosen and knew of his fate. His soul forever bound to the necklace this miqo’te woman wore, and his soul falling silent over the years. He still mourned for her then, that mortal woman who had saved him as he had saved her and her people. Oh beloved child…
If what she said was true, then his son had chosen her. She did not force his power to emerge, but rather he had moved to protect her himself . Mortal words only spoke so far with him as he had seen what they often meant. A dragon’s word held far more weight.
And so Midgardsormr had chosen to listen.
The little Father of Dragons watched from the shadows as she was given another mission, carefully eyeing the men and women in the royal blue uniforms as they spoke with her and a young elezen with white hair. He had seen what she had not, overheard the whisperings of the coup that soon would unfold. It was well hidden from sight, yes, but he had seen it. And yet, he said nothing. The quarrels of men were not his to fight and so he would not intervene or speak on them either. Though he could not deny that something about this girl, this child, made him feel…almost protective. He pondered intervening here and there, something he truly had never entertained the thought of before save for when he and his hoard fought at Silvertear Lake, but he always restrained himself. Twould not do to say he was judging her worth and poweress for himself and then move in to help.
No, he would remain silent. He would remain in the shadows watching over her and his son. He would follow them on their journeys. He would know if she had the strength to realize the truth and see the traitors hiding in the darkness. He would see if she had the knowledge to find the truth of her past. Only then would he share what he knew. Share the truth of the histories man and dragon shared.
For now, he would watch this game of power and people play out, and he would see how the pieces landed.
All while he silently prayed for this mortal…Katsum’s…and his son’s safety.