Kaisen had expected a long journey. He really did, and he packed for one as well, Wisp’s saddlebags were filled to the brim with dry food and what water left from the stream in the woods. However, the thought of leaving Caerel had never crossed his mind, at least not until Anara finally mentioned it. He blinked owlishly at the woman, and for a brief moment, the mask of calmness fell off. Beside him, Wisp stiffened his posture suddenly rigid. He pressed the snout against his rider’s side and pushed forcefully, until Kaisen gave him a reassuring pat on the head. He bit back the remark already forming on the tip of his tongue and crossed his arms, opted to simply watch and listen for now.
There was a million ways this mission could go wrong. Anara wasn’t wrong, no one had left the island for almost a hundred years, and in his experience, everything happened for a reason. Even if you didn’t know what that reason was, tempting fate was never a good idea. But then again, she had a point. They were getting desperate. He was. His hometown was dying. After all, just a few moments ago, he had asked for a drastic measure.
Kaisen sighed, rubbing the crease between his brows with a finger, barely registered the presence of newcomers. He had already informed his mother of the trip, so she would expect him to be gone for a month or so. But he feared this little ‘trip’ of theirs would last any less than a few months. This wasn’t another random hunt. As his thoughts waged their civil war, Kaisen stood and walked to take a closer look at the map. The foreign islands didn’t look too far away on the faded parchment, but he had looked at enough maps to know that wouldn’t be the case in real life. Kaisen was doubtful for good reasons, but then, he also couldn’t deny the spark of curiosity at the pit of his stomach. Through the bond, he could feel that Wisp was hopeful as well. The dragon was probably looking forward to soaring above the waves; he knew how his companion loved to fly.
After everyone had said their piece, Kaisen finally looked up from the map, his blue eyes unreadable –“That is asking a lot, Miss Keltor.”- He paused slightly, as if contemplating. –“But yeah, doesn’t look like we’re doing much good sitting around. Might as well do something while there’s still time, right? I’m in.”
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