The Academy: listen to your heart

“mos nunquam operor quisquam huic universitas vacuus virtus. Is est maioribus species of mens tunc ut veneratio"

It was more than a bond that Caoimhe held with Nicodemus. She loved him more than anyone else could understand. Caoimhe does not feel cold. She resents cold, for all that she knew was warmth. She does not know of the others that graced the Range. Before they had come she had been free to burn the Range, free to do as she liked. But love, as Kale had put it, made it’s share of prisoners. Love was cunning and though it could be wonderful, it was perhaps one of the most deceitful things. It made us blind, and for this Caoimhe resents it as well. She had fallen in love with Nicodemus upon sight, and yet she had also become his slave. He could not love her like he loved Hawthorne, and it is for this that she is so bitter. She loves him like Hawthorne loves him. But she cannot have him. Caoimhe silences her thoughts for fear of the stallion hearing her. They were the only ones able to hear one another, so she quiets down. Even if she weren’t Nicodemus’, Helena would never hold her.

“Her name is Caoimhe.” he smiles while stepping forwards, Caoimhe’s eyes bright for her. “She would tell you that herself, but I am afraid only others of fire can understand her. Even then she is reluctant on words.” I must disagree with Helena darling. Nicodemus’ body still held the scars of the finest warrior’s, his body still clung to it’s strong and fierce musculature. Once upon a time he had been the best warrior the world had seen, but that was too long ago. That was before he had gained the wisdom he now holds, before he was simply a broken down thing like now. No doubt he was glorious at first sight, but his are eyes that have seen the world and back, eyes that have seen so much more than he should. Only because of Caoimhe had he gone to her so willingly. Normally he was quiet, well reserved. He was misunderstood and dismissed. He was the melancholy Nicodemus of the Range. Nyota had called him a hermit once, and I find that rather fitting.

Her words surprise him, one so young and yet so bold in her words. He halts then, a few steps in front of her, close enough to see the details of her young face. “To find your purpose with me…you must be both brave and committed.” His voice had changed from melodious to serious in a matter of seconds.

LVL I

**NICODEMUS//CAOIMHE**

To acquire knowledge, one must study; but to acquire wisdom, one must observe.

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