Climax towards redemption
Nov 26, 2009 13:37:35 GMT -6
Post by Rayl Torien on Nov 26, 2009 13:37:35 GMT -6
OOC: Huzzah for time skip power?
After spending the night at the inn in Araphen, Rayl continued onward and swept quickly through Sacae. He had debated on taking a detour to visit Katara and the others back at the village, but time was running out for his leave, and he had only one person left on his list: Persephone.
Just the name of the woman brought back the few good memories he had from five years past. When he met her (and Alcibie too) in Sacae just a short time after he had graduated from the training academy. After they fought alongside Crowley the Magnificent (Rayl had just finished writing his book, which was becoming increasingly popular in Pherae and Ostia), that one time they held hands, though he forgot why exactly...he was Twenty-Five now, but just thinking about the women with flowing hair like snow and eyes of crystal made him feel warm inside.
...So warm, in fact, that he almost forgot that he and Elibe were trudging through snow and frosty winds, and soon was pulled back into reality, wrapping his blue cape around himself in a vain attempt to recollect that non-existant warmth he had just moments before.
This was the first time he had seen snow like this, and he wasn't liking it one bit, nor was Elibe, who's breath you could easily see as it snorted with frustration from the wind stinging it's sides. But it would follow it's friend and rider to the end, so if they needed to get through this: So be it. The mighty horse would manage.
The two rode on for what seemed like a lifetime, waiting out the rough patches of wind and frost in forests or small town, before coming across a (somewhat larger) mountain village, with a sort of castle atop a small hill overlooking the meager settlement. He'd remembered Persephone telling him that she was of noble birth, and a castle was as good enough of a place to start looking...and so with newfound vigor, he and Elibe rode on through the village, catching the curiosity of the village people: what was this type of man doing here? He didn't look like a mercenary...or anyone they'd seen before, for that matter.
After spending the night at the inn in Araphen, Rayl continued onward and swept quickly through Sacae. He had debated on taking a detour to visit Katara and the others back at the village, but time was running out for his leave, and he had only one person left on his list: Persephone.
Just the name of the woman brought back the few good memories he had from five years past. When he met her (and Alcibie too) in Sacae just a short time after he had graduated from the training academy. After they fought alongside Crowley the Magnificent (Rayl had just finished writing his book, which was becoming increasingly popular in Pherae and Ostia), that one time they held hands, though he forgot why exactly...he was Twenty-Five now, but just thinking about the women with flowing hair like snow and eyes of crystal made him feel warm inside.
...So warm, in fact, that he almost forgot that he and Elibe were trudging through snow and frosty winds, and soon was pulled back into reality, wrapping his blue cape around himself in a vain attempt to recollect that non-existant warmth he had just moments before.
This was the first time he had seen snow like this, and he wasn't liking it one bit, nor was Elibe, who's breath you could easily see as it snorted with frustration from the wind stinging it's sides. But it would follow it's friend and rider to the end, so if they needed to get through this: So be it. The mighty horse would manage.
The two rode on for what seemed like a lifetime, waiting out the rough patches of wind and frost in forests or small town, before coming across a (somewhat larger) mountain village, with a sort of castle atop a small hill overlooking the meager settlement. He'd remembered Persephone telling him that she was of noble birth, and a castle was as good enough of a place to start looking...and so with newfound vigor, he and Elibe rode on through the village, catching the curiosity of the village people: what was this type of man doing here? He didn't look like a mercenary...or anyone they'd seen before, for that matter.