10th of Searing, 120 AoS
Khaori didn't understand why he had to tag along. The travel to Lyonesse was enough for him and if he had it his way, the fae would plant himself there like an oak tree until he had the desire to leave Daravin altogether. Etro promised it’d be a short trip and compared to most of his travels in the past, the man was not wrong. Still, the occasional stops to water the horses and short rests was unbearable. He was accustomed to so much more. Traveling with his mother in the past, the two always scheduled a picnic for the afternoon. Then at dawn, the camp would be set up and their entourage would rest until daybreak the next day. Admittedly, this routine sucked up a lot of time but it kept everyone alert at all times. Khaori was no mercenary, he does not have the will to serve others. In the short time he grew to like Etro, he learned that half-blood had the guts and courage to be one; a mercenary. As respectful as it sounds, lack of sleep does not make a great foot soldier and Khaori just had to let him know it too.
“You know...we hardly slept.” Khaori started off, pulling his horse closely to Etro’s own. The fae was constantly shifting on the saddle, hardly used to the feeling. The poor noble’s thighs burned from the rubbing of it against the seat jockey as he moved around constantly.“I felt rushed all the time too. I hardly ate this morning! And I know you didn't eat too.” He tried his best not to sound worried or concerned about Etro’s own health. The blonde somewhat grew on him, but Khaori did not think of him as a friend just yet. He did not want him to think of himself as one either.“We better find a tavern or something before anything else in this town. My throat is parched.” Khaori places his hand softly on his neck before rubbing it slowly against his chin. He didn’t even mention how hot he was feeling on such an unusual day. The clouds were dark, the sun hardly piercing through it, and there was no breeze. Khaori could only assume that time had stood still for no unprecedented reason.
The bare land would soon reveal some sort of life. A small town just less than a mile away came into view. It wasn't much to look at either in his opinion, most of it looked decrepit except a few tall and beautiful cathedral-like buildings that were beginning to make its surroundings look like an unwanted wart or boil.“The veir...what was his name? Zoro or something. Anyway, your client does not take good care of his people.” Khaori paused before a worn-out gate that appeared to be the entrance to the town. He halted just before the gate out of fear it would close and he would be locked inside forever.“If this man were to face his enemies in war, he would surely die. A lord that does not take care of his own will see only their backs turned against him.”
Khaori pressed his heels into the horse, shaking his head as they moved forward. Daravin and what makes it up deserved a revolt. Khaori sees enough to know that the people’s needs come last and that the upper class’s titles are just that. Nothing more than titles that are used to feel superior or better than the other person. That is why Auris would always have a place in his heart. Titles aren't meaningless and those that have it often deserved it. Like his father. Sure, the two did not talk much, that is a sacrifice his father had made to take care of their own—so that all are equal in their lands.
He someday wants to do the same. Take care of his people and provide for them the peace the fae have maintained for years since the sundering.
Khaori didn't understand why he had to tag along. The travel to Lyonesse was enough for him and if he had it his way, the fae would plant himself there like an oak tree until he had the desire to leave Daravin altogether. Etro promised it’d be a short trip and compared to most of his travels in the past, the man was not wrong. Still, the occasional stops to water the horses and short rests was unbearable. He was accustomed to so much more. Traveling with his mother in the past, the two always scheduled a picnic for the afternoon. Then at dawn, the camp would be set up and their entourage would rest until daybreak the next day. Admittedly, this routine sucked up a lot of time but it kept everyone alert at all times. Khaori was no mercenary, he does not have the will to serve others. In the short time he grew to like Etro, he learned that half-blood had the guts and courage to be one; a mercenary. As respectful as it sounds, lack of sleep does not make a great foot soldier and Khaori just had to let him know it too.
“You know...we hardly slept.” Khaori started off, pulling his horse closely to Etro’s own. The fae was constantly shifting on the saddle, hardly used to the feeling. The poor noble’s thighs burned from the rubbing of it against the seat jockey as he moved around constantly.“I felt rushed all the time too. I hardly ate this morning! And I know you didn't eat too.” He tried his best not to sound worried or concerned about Etro’s own health. The blonde somewhat grew on him, but Khaori did not think of him as a friend just yet. He did not want him to think of himself as one either.“We better find a tavern or something before anything else in this town. My throat is parched.” Khaori places his hand softly on his neck before rubbing it slowly against his chin. He didn’t even mention how hot he was feeling on such an unusual day. The clouds were dark, the sun hardly piercing through it, and there was no breeze. Khaori could only assume that time had stood still for no unprecedented reason.
The bare land would soon reveal some sort of life. A small town just less than a mile away came into view. It wasn't much to look at either in his opinion, most of it looked decrepit except a few tall and beautiful cathedral-like buildings that were beginning to make its surroundings look like an unwanted wart or boil.“The veir...what was his name? Zoro or something. Anyway, your client does not take good care of his people.” Khaori paused before a worn-out gate that appeared to be the entrance to the town. He halted just before the gate out of fear it would close and he would be locked inside forever.“If this man were to face his enemies in war, he would surely die. A lord that does not take care of his own will see only their backs turned against him.”
Khaori pressed his heels into the horse, shaking his head as they moved forward. Daravin and what makes it up deserved a revolt. Khaori sees enough to know that the people’s needs come last and that the upper class’s titles are just that. Nothing more than titles that are used to feel superior or better than the other person. That is why Auris would always have a place in his heart. Titles aren't meaningless and those that have it often deserved it. Like his father. Sure, the two did not talk much, that is a sacrifice his father had made to take care of their own—so that all are equal in their lands.
He someday wants to do the same. Take care of his people and provide for them the peace the fae have maintained for years since the sundering.
