Lord Coswain sat drawing, he was shading in the distant mountains, the tall peaks in the far distance capped with snow and sharp peaks. They were places only the great angles could dwell, deep cold, and no one who climbed them ever returned least that he knew of.
This was his second spot, he planned to eventually do a study all round the area, its terrain and nature.
some sage. Air got too … short…something about high altitude and sickness at such heights. He knew the effect, not the exact science and Sage behind it. That was not his business and he was very good at the one he chose. He was watching and alert always, old habit died hard as he split his eye between the art and movement around him. He might not have best reputation but he was a skilled guard…when he was able to undertake his duties anyway. Octavia seemed very much to be hostile to him.
“Your Highness” He called out to the figure, he could tell who it was, an Royal Guard was rarely a slow eye or a slow mind, standing up and giving a nod as he returned his items to the satchel with the same care of an artist. The clink of his scabbard against the tree he used as a place to draw before he got it out his way.
“Much as I know I am not most welcome here, I would be remiss to not offer an escort, seeing as you are alone and we are far from behind stone walls.” He said, seeing a Royal alone and about without escort was something he was entirely new with or maybe Auralia had a different idea about personal security. He kept his tone calm and steady without a single waiver in the Capital Lunarian.
“May I ask, will this announcement be… provocative. you may not want me, but I take my duty seriously, even when i am unfavoured. A threat is a threat.” He edged his words very carefully, the security part of his mind kicking in, questions and building possibilities together easily. If Octavia was there, he was told he had to protect her, Exile Or not that was his orders. He added the unspoken that some of the guards seemed less seasoned for the duty they had been sent, younger men were great for labour but this town was right on a frontline against blight. There were Veterans among them but more was better than less.
“Your Highness If you need my services, just ask. My grandchild's and family's future relies on you and your wife's success here.” He said plainly but honestly, if keeping him alive helped save his King
dom, and his childrens future he would, He would deny it was a selfish reason but an honest reason, one of several but that one was one he had to admit was a powerful one.
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“This suits me, I'm still finding my place here, and this is something to keep busy. The Fort i headed from needs urgent repair and inwas only in the way.” Persephone said frankly, she was surplus to requirements for some and many roles she knew, how many plots and deep set conspiracies could a small town have?
“Calm..that's it” She stroked the horses ears having to reach up to get there, the big animal knew its signs and had it relaxed and calm easily.
“I know what I'm doing, enjoy, Sya might be out, just so you know” Persephone had been curious and had picked up on a few things before she left the Inn. The woman, a blightborn by looks of her mutation, seemed to be almost rushing to be doing other things. The fact the Innkeeper was a blight born was somewhat unnerving to say the least but also seemed to be more Interested in business than blood from a short observation. She was small, but size was no marker as to danger from.a blight born, a Woman her size could easily be any kind of lethal.
“Maybe treat your friend to breakfast…not as a … a gesture of thanks, a hot meal you not had to prepare is rather nice.” Persephone said, patching you up and so had to at least be worth a meal even if they refused payment In coin. The woman had refused thanks bar a minor gesture and perhaps she deserved a little more for patching him up so well and so quickly.
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