[color=goldenrod][i][h2][center]Gerard Segremors[/center][/h2][/i][/color]

The cool wind from on high carried the touch of a wry smirk, maybe a chuckle, as it shifted his ever-growing locks of coal and rolled on through the moonlit night. Up here, the eddies that danced around Candaeln did so much more freely than on the well-trod soil— and in that respect, they mirrored the swirl within wolfish knight's mind, once sleep had relinquished him from it's clutches, from the Demonbreaker and Cyrus's last words of guidance, from the stern reminders that were Agrahn's sword and axe.

Still so far to go, even knowing what he could do now when pushed to his very limit.

He gazed into the depths of the bright disk of silver that hung in midnight blue, as though searching for the palace of the Goddess Mayon. If there was one thing he knew already... It was that the world rarely waited for you. That Merilia had seen fit to cram their training into a single dream's time was more than enough reaffirmation of the idea. Knowing that, and knowing what they'd uncovered in only the last week or two, was enough to shift wakefulness to restlessness, and drive him up to the chapel's rooftop.

[color=goldenrod]"Well, now I've met..."[/color]

True to the contract, the sentence had died in his mind to kill it on his tongue.

... Vexing, even knowing what he was in for.

Aside him, he reached out and shifted the statue minutely, so its front faced the west a little more. This was the flattest point in the tiling. It had to have been what Paladin Tyaethe had met, maybe only a month back. For his patron Goddess, this was an act of veneration, a gift to greet her as she rose from the east to bring strength to the world.

For her beloved, who was on high to protect and nurture, this act was perhaps, in some small, inconsequential way, his petty rebellion. The type with no fangs to bear beyond a grumble of begrudging acceptance— her part in it only in lending her authority. He had bigger things to worry about, like the resurgence of the Boars.

And more importantly than [i]them[/i]... the shards of the void that they'd been employed to collect. How it may or may not have tied into the attempt on Princess Elisandre's life, too. He did not believe that even for a moment their road was going to get any easier, spikes in personal power or not.

He continued to sit there for a time, contemplating, reflecting, watching the moon and stars as unspoken prayer, a silent request for a silent audience. To be seated with the other half for once, while he sorted through his thoughts.

Tonight, out of any of them, he believed Lady Mayon would oblige.