This is the surprise that came with his letter of request. Lord Syllas had requested a bulk of mages to come and perform for his grand banquet - Briar was just another of many, truly, in a wide-spread net, but this still felt ... special. Important, as a step. A marker for his efforts thus far. He blushed as he held the embroidered invitation closer, pulling it up to his lips to stifle the bashful smile behind it. Well, of course he couldn't say no. It was an event worth dropping his coming days to practice for. A performance, was it? He supposed there was something enticing about seeing a mage's magic for the first time, especially the more unique branches. ... Uwehh, did he really qualify?
It was no use thinking about that! By golly, Bri, this is your first outreached job as a mage of Blue Pegasus! It's going to be grand, isn't it? What matters from here is only ... doing your best.
His skittish nerves would guide his feet to the hall of lord Syllas, and that selfsame energy would have him quivering in place at the guard outpost he and the rest of the performers had to wait near -- at least until they were called to the event. He didn't mill about or chat much with the others. The stone in his throat was too tight to do more than reverberate with every beat of his heart.
And then it was his call to action. A gulp, resounding, and a little skip the moment his name was called - a hop, more like, as he shuddered and clenched his old oak staff closer to his chest. His knuckles were white as they clung around it, digging trembling fingers into gnarled wood.
He did his duty, nonetheless. Every action was an opportunity to prove himself. What mattered what came after, if he could say he was proud of even trying? A leap of faith wasn't only a jump. It could be the decision to remain at the cliff even when the bottom scared you.
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