Uriel Tyrae
Into The Future
The trek from Hargeon to the castle owned by Sabertooth had been a long one - primarily a trip by train, the inseparable duo of Uriel and Morgana had made plenty of time across land and sea to ensure that they could find somewhere for them to go. In this case, Uriel was expecting his mother guild to extend to her the hospitality that she deserved, and with that being the case he intended on taking her in for at least a short while until she found her footing and decided on her own path through her new life here in Fiore. It was, truthfully, a jarring thought to consider that both of them had up-ended an incredibly lavish lifestyle in order to start afresh in a foreign land, away from the eyes, the prying, the gossip and the court drama; neither of them had ever really had time for any of that to begin with, but when the whispers went from idle speculation to actual constant ‘when will the two of you get married, we’re all waiting’ requests, it was likely time for both of them to leave. So… they did. They up and left Ca-Elum in its entirety, for two reasons: one, to escape all of that absolute crap, but two, to go and help people in need in ways that their noble duties back in the motherland could have never allowed them to do. They both had the heart of someone who needed to be out and present. Here, where the military did not solve every problem and instead volunteer guilds did, they knew they could be of better use to the populace.
Finally, they’d come to the place they intended to: Ace of Spaces, the abandoned castle turned guild town owned by Sabertooth, where Uriel could easily set up quarters– and did, in fact, have them available, owing to the fact he was a guild member– and could spend a few days here as needed. Or weeks. Or months. Or however long Morgana needed in order to get herself settled in and ready to face whatever challenges her new life decided to throw at her. Whatever the answer, he was going to be there to help her as much as she wanted him to help.
By the time the train had taken them to where they wanted to go, it was well past nightfall; after a brief meal and the chance to take their belongings to their new temporary lodgings, Uriel found himself already wishing to just go to bed and let the events of the day wash over him. From dusk til dawn it had felt like it was a constant battle with adrenaline; first the anticipation of seeing Morgana again for the first time in months, then ensuring they could get to their destination and getting them all squared away; something so simple had kept him uncharacteristically on edge all day, and that was even before he spoke a single word. Sure, he’d presented fine. There was plenty for them to talk about. Everything had been discussed with no hesitation on subject matter, as always, with an open and honest heart. Now that she was here, though, he really did need to relax something fierce.
The room they were given had two beds, of course, reasonably spacious - it was more like a small apartment than just a space to stay. Fully furnished, with a working bathroom and kitchen, they really could have stayed here for as long as they needed to without any issue. It was actually a rather nice place to be, if truth be told; they could have lived here for quite some time if they had to. That said, Uriel took a moment to flop himself down on the bed that he’d claimed, already dressed in nightclothes rather than the resplendent coats and capes and everything that his sense of noble style demanded. Sometimes just shedding one’s clothes was such an indicative freeing of both actual and metaphorical burdens that he was glad to be free of such.
”Hey Mor,” he said finally, looking over at her with inquisitive eyes. ”I’m sorry today’s been so long. You spent all that time cooped up on that ship, and yet here I am bundling you onto a train and sequestering you away in a room until we can get our things sorted. It’s not an ideal first day.”
Sprawled out on his bed as he was, the phoenix knight cast his eyes roof-ward. A long sigh left his lips, where he felt stress just wash over his body. Why was he so worked up? She was here, safe, and that was what mattered. Nothing else. Absolutely not another thing. ”And I expect you have a million and one questions for me, too, which I shall have the grace to answer at your convenience, of course.”
MEL @ WW