It was too quiet. The occupants of the cart, those who were awake anyways, turned and glanced at Mikhael as he hopped off to keep watch of their surroundings. The sound of Ezekial's king clacking onto the wooden chessboard echoed quietly, catching the large knights attention. Lucas glared at the board for a few seconds before he'd realized what had happened.
"Checkmate," Ezekial groaned tiredly, "That makes 5 to 0. I think I'll take after Mikhael, Lucas." Lucas looked down in disbelief, rested his armored shoulder on the barrel and held his head. "Reset the board, in case somebody else wants to play." Lucas begrudgingly nodded before raising his left index finger to his kings crown, and gently knocking it over.
"Right," Lucas whispered as Ezekial made his way out of the cart. Joshua turned to Lucas and snapped his book shut.
"I'm good for a game."
Before long, Mikhael was dangerously far from the cart that held his compatriots. Not that he couldn't defend himself if something decided to pounce. There was a thickness in the air though, something familiar, yet uncommon. The closer he inched towards the forest, the thicker it became. Even after only several meters, it felt like he was surrounded by a dense fog. Lillian might've noticed it before getting too close to the forest, or perhaps she'd just lucked out?
"Don't wander off too far, Mikhael," Ezekial called out, jogging quietly to catch up to the Mikhael, "This silence is making me uneasy." Even when not at the Queens side, Ezekial carried himself with the utmost refinement. His posture was perfect despite the atmosphere, and his hair was still styled perfectly to frame his face, without a shred of hay or dirt trapped between his sleek, black locks. Even his apparel was in perfect order, despite not wearing his silvered helmet. From Ezekials breastplate to his shining pauldrons, he was a definitive paragon of order, unlike his mirror guard Joshua, who unlike many other knights, did not wear armor to protect his body. Although still not as tall as Lucas or Rajaka, the knight towered over Ezekial as he grew closer. "Unfortunately, crushing Lucas in Chess has done little to calm my nerves."
"Checkmate," Ezekial groaned tiredly, "That makes 5 to 0. I think I'll take after Mikhael, Lucas." Lucas looked down in disbelief, rested his armored shoulder on the barrel and held his head. "Reset the board, in case somebody else wants to play." Lucas begrudgingly nodded before raising his left index finger to his kings crown, and gently knocking it over.
"Right," Lucas whispered as Ezekial made his way out of the cart. Joshua turned to Lucas and snapped his book shut.
"I'm good for a game."
***
Before long, Mikhael was dangerously far from the cart that held his compatriots. Not that he couldn't defend himself if something decided to pounce. There was a thickness in the air though, something familiar, yet uncommon. The closer he inched towards the forest, the thicker it became. Even after only several meters, it felt like he was surrounded by a dense fog. Lillian might've noticed it before getting too close to the forest, or perhaps she'd just lucked out?
"Don't wander off too far, Mikhael," Ezekial called out, jogging quietly to catch up to the Mikhael, "This silence is making me uneasy." Even when not at the Queens side, Ezekial carried himself with the utmost refinement. His posture was perfect despite the atmosphere, and his hair was still styled perfectly to frame his face, without a shred of hay or dirt trapped between his sleek, black locks. Even his apparel was in perfect order, despite not wearing his silvered helmet. From Ezekials breastplate to his shining pauldrons, he was a definitive paragon of order, unlike his mirror guard Joshua, who unlike many other knights, did not wear armor to protect his body. Although still not as tall as Lucas or Rajaka, the knight towered over Ezekial as he grew closer. "Unfortunately, crushing Lucas in Chess has done little to calm my nerves."