Embarrassed at the praise, Iola blushed and looked away. "By the
way, what was that song? " He ventured to ask, curious as to the
beautiful song that Leaf had sung while they danced.
"It's a song I heard a while ago. Apparently it's called 'The Edge
of Dawn'. To be honest, that song is kinda sad, if you listen to
the lyrics." Leaf looked up at the sky, he wondered who written
that song originally
"A-! N-not really." He stammered, flustered by the contact. "I was
just going to ah, train for now." he replied, slowly lifting his
arms to wrap around Leaf as well.
"No no no no no no, I'm really glad you're here." He said
frantically before being surprised at the Heal spell. "I was just
saying that I really didn't have any plans and I'm really happy to
help you train too. I mean, if you'd like too." He mumbled the last
part, nervously looking around
"...Iola. I'll be training magic though, I don't think that will
help you in your pursuit to be a dancer. While dancers can use
magic, I'm not sure it'll help you yet..." Leaf murmured
"Yeah, I figured." He sighed, slumping his shoulders. "But I'll
still stick around. I wanna see your magic too! I bet it's really
pretty and refined." He tried, bouncing back easily
Blinking in bewilderment at the sword, Iola gasped before backing
away. "No no no, I can't possibly!" He shook his head, eyes wide.
That sword was too beautiful for someone like him to use nor should
he be allowed to.
"I want you to have this." He held out the Sword of Zoltan to him.
"I don't think you're skilled enough for this sword yet...but
someday, I know you will be able to use this"
His mind registered the make of the sword and Iola just kind of.
Shut down. That was something made by the legendary blacksmith
Zoltan. The blacksmith who's work even his father had
praised and had taught the young Iola about. "W-why?" He asked,
gently taking the sword and marvelling over the incredible
craftsmanship
"...You're my friend. And I cannot think of anyone better to have
this then you." Leaf smiled gently. He knew he was never going to
use this sword anyways, and he felt it would be much better in the
hands of Iola. He knew of Zoltan's expertise, having made lances,
swords and many other weapons.
"i-i can't just take it!" Iola protested, shaking his head. "I,
there has to be something I can do to repay you for this. It's not
fair for you to just give it to me without getting something else."
He insisted, brain trying to come up with something suitable to
repay his best friend