It was more than just a vow that Falias made. It was an acknowledgement -- of who he was, of what responsibility he had been given, of what he had endured and what lay ahead. It was the squire taking the moment to truly forge a partnership with the Wonder that gave him strength, to use that strength to further his knightly lineage. None of them had asked for these pacts with their Wonders, none of them had asked to be given such a burden, such
work -- but it was given to them nonetheless, and the work wouldn't perform itself. The world was in their hands . . . and now, it was in Falias's hands, too. He had declared himself ready to carry his share of its weight.
The change suited him. He looked proud and strong, peaceful and complete, resplendent in his new uniform. His cape rustled at his ankles, seeming to shed leaves. He carried a staff, as Hvergelmir herself did. He looked wise and warm.
"Knight of Earth," she addressed him, beaming. "It seems your Wonder accepts your promise, and gives you the strength to uphold it. How do you feel?"
