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[Like a rock]
Grounded. Steady. Leveled. Those were her first impressions of the boy known as Patrick. And while Yumiella saw those things in him during their day-to-day conversations, it became even more apparent whenever they and the regional nobles that made up their class had their field days.
With his guidance, Patrick made everyone stand out when fighting their battles as a group and that he was on equal levels with them. Just like how he used his earth magic to steady the ground underneath them and not one of them fell out of place. The kind of leadership that supported others and made them shine and grow more as a mage or knight of their own. The kind of combat style she couldn’t manage as she was better at doing everything solo.
And even then, as she fell out of place with everyone like a piece of rock that rolled out of a boulder, his voice would pull her back in and make her feel like a part of something…
Even though she had a bad habit of making a mess of things due to her hardcore grinding mindset.
[Like a breeze]
Yumiella rarely ever got tired from something due to her level, but the one time she did and that something kept her up for many nights; she was on the verge of passing out despite her face looking the same to everyone.
But then, her head landed on something soft yet sturdy. She remembered looking up to see a panicked Patrick as her vision started to blur. And while her eyes couldn’t make out her surroundings as her mind grew more exhausted…
She could still hear a cozy voice that was once panicked had gradually become more comforting. As she settled on a more comfortable position as she began to fall into sweet slumber, a sweet song made its way into her ears while so blocking out the rest of noises surrounding her.
…Was Patrick singing her a lullaby? She never got to answer that as she had fallen asleep by them.
[His voice]
Back then, every voice and noise was the same to her; it was all too noisy, loud, and irritating that she either had grown to tolerate it or would try to block out some of them as much as she could.
But ever since she to know Patrick, she always tried to search for his voice among the crowd. In a way, it was a strange thing to her since his voice did stand out to her, but it somehow also blended with the rest of the crowd.
To be in an even level with the rest but also being a cozy little thing in everything that was loud and irritating. Thus, she always looked for Patrick through his voice first and once she did…
He would always smile at her with that voice that called out to her. And each time he did that, it would always make her chest warm and light for a reason she knew but wouldn’t voice out.