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DATE: 28th of the Traveler Moon, Divine Year 781
TIME OF DAY:
Early afternoon
WEATHER: Warm, sunny and clear skies
MENTIONS: Solace Solace [Mael], Rouge Rogue Rouge Rogue [Leonid], Psyker Landshark Psyker Landshark [Theodoric]. Jessica2477 Jessica2477 [Lapis], Nim Nim [Laila], Astoria Astoria [Parthenia], Demon Shinobi Demon Shinobi [Alexander]


As summer draws to a close, the lives of a handful of young nobles and commoners have begun to blossom. After several days' travel, they are on the brink of reaching the town proper of Irinduil. Slowly, horse-drawn carriages carrying the heirs, nobility, and commoners of each of the three nations of Musentia, crawl toward the bustling town at the base of the monastery. While they are weary from their journeys, the new students of the Officers Academy are excited for what awaits them upon the plateau. Arching above them lay bright blue skies, in front of them lay the remnants of the Silverspine and the beginnings of their dreams, and behind them blows a gentle tailwind that spurs them toward their futures.


Mentions: Demon Shinobi Demon Shinobi [Alexander], Nim Nim [Laila]
The crisp, dying summer breeze blew softly, stirring Sherry from a daydream.

Blue-- there was so much blue, it reminded her of the broad blue skies of her home in Grimdall. In Galbia, there were only thin forests and brown mountains that protected them from the sweltering sun, but the people of Fadell and the southern towns Galbia were always blessed with beautiful days. It was chillier here due to the winds that came from Mordlind, and she guessed that the autumn was to be colder than usual. Sherry hoped that the winter wouldn't be brutal, but at the very least they were to be safe there in the monastery. Nevertheless, she already missed her family; her stalwart father, her temperate mother, her ever-bustling uncle, and even her brother, though he was certainly happy to see her gone.

She shoved the venomous thoughts away and shifted her gaze towards the other two in her carriage. Sherry knew of the boy, Alexander. He was the heir of House Ravaleth to the west. They met a couple of times in the past, when they were on the cusp of adolescence. Her father was always keen on forming relations with the other Houses, even the ones in the other nations. That being said, she was aware of most, if not all, the heirs of Musentia. There were rumors that, this year, the Irinduil Monastery would host all of the ten children of the leaders of the ten Houses in Musentia. If that was the case, then where was the heir from House Kirlou?

There was another person in the carriage with them, a blond one that looked rather young. Sherry didn't know her at all. She stunk of simplicity, and, from what she could tell, the girl had no noble blood in her at all. A quick glance at her hands showed that the girl was a fierce worker, a commoner. At the first sight of her, she only scoffed. Of course, it was well within her luck to share a carriage with two people she didn't like. Maybe the presence of House Kirlou's heir would have made Sherry's travel a little bit better.

For now, the carriage rolled along in a very tense state of quiet. Sherry didn't talk to the other two. Instead, she kept her eyes in front of her, pretending that they weren't there. "Keep those you don't know well at arm's length," her father told her before she departed, "you don't know if their hands will hold gifts and grace or a dagger that will pierce your back."

Sherry was always skeptical of her father's skepticism and distrust. Now, however, she was beginning to understand it. These were people she hardly knew. They were probably scrutinizing her as much as she was scrutinizing them. For a moment, she wished that Parthenia was there, or even Theodoric. Even though she'd never, ever admit it, she would probably be much more at ease if they were there. For now, however, her chin was upright, her back straight, her expression blank, her hands folded neatly in her lap, and her emerald eyes cold and distant as they continued to watch the path.



 
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No amount of banging his head against the carriage walls could numb the feeling of his sanity drifting away by the third day of travel. The first day had been the worst of his sentence. 'Just me, myself, and I,' Maelys Ernst Pleiades had thought to himself as he recalled those grueling hours of staring at the floor. At least, the next afternoon hadn't been so bad; that was when the other one arrived, the one who called himself 'Leon'. He had immediately thrown himself into a lengthy conversation with his only riding compatriot, unaware if his explosive energy after a day's worth of silence had overwhelmed them. "You're Miss Sylmare's heir?!" he had burst into laughter as if Leon had spoken in jest. Except, to the surprise of the young noble, he was not.

Flabbergasted was a mild description of his shock as Mael's eyes gave a second take of the other boy, scanning across his features. Having visited Sylmare a number of times alongside his noble father, Lady Sylmare had always insisted that she did not have any heir, much less children, to her name, a topic that she had been very adamant of. This sudden revelation only piqued more of his interest as their conversation had transformed more into an interrogation, which only raised more questions than it answered. Eventually, he would respect the nature of their acquaintance and refrain from prying further into the manner. 'My investigation will have to continue another time,' the boy told himself.

The middling sun of the early afternoon drew Mael away from his fruitless slumber. His head rose from the makeshift pillow of his right arm, feeling his stomach stir with creeping nausea. His eyes fluttered opened as his body slumped forward, catching himself from stumbling before his companion. A headache pounded away at the right side of his head, raising his right hand and rubbing his forehead. His light blue eyes were hard to adjust in his sickly condition, wiping his fingers in an attempt to clear his vision. "You awake, Leon?" Mael spoke to the blurred shade seated before him, his other hand coming up to soothe the raging storm within his stomach. "Ugh... I feel like I'm about to puke."
 
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She felt very confident that by the time they arrived at the Monastery, her spirit would be long gone.

When she first heard that the travel there would be done alongside others that were going to attend the academy, Lilia felt rather excited. A chance to meet new people, and ones that she would be studying alongside, certainly felt like something she was up for. However, upon learning it would be done via carriages, she felt a lot less excited. She never enjoyed riding on carriages, cartwheels, and the such, as they always made her head dizzy and weak. She was told she probably had motion-sickness, which sounded bizarre, but there wasn't any kind of cure against it. The only thing she was told she could do was try and toughen up and maybe she'll manage to get over it at some point.

Right now, however, it was far from being the case.

As beautiful as the view gotten along the way, Laila missed it all. Her eyes were mostly fixed on the floor of the carriage, her feet and the feet of the other two. With some of her hair dropping in front of her face, her uncomfortable expression would be concealed from the other two that shared the carriage with her.

She had managed to get a glance of the other two, albeit brief glances. The young lady, who didn't look that much older than her, gave off a few vibes of someone very clean, organized, and well taken care of. All of those, to Laila, were clear signs of nobility. She hoped that those signs didn't mean the lady would be against getting to know her due to her being a commoner. They were both going to the same academy, so having positive interactions would be for the better after all.

The guy that was with them, with what Laila thought was beautiful blue hair, was a bit harder to place. His complexion suggested nobility, yet his clothing seemed to have been more messy than excepted of someone noble. Aside from those, Laila did not know what to think of the young man, but she held hope that he would become a friend to her.

As the carriage hit a bump, Laila felt herself easily thrown sideways, hitting with her shoulder the side of the carriage. The sudden jump didn't help her weak feeling, and she hoped this pathetic show from her side wouldn't make the two think that was all there was to her. A weakling that could barely handle a mere carriage ride. She did have much more to show, otherwise, she wouldn't have received the recommendation to attend the academy, something not everyone got to attend. A second later, her worry faded away, as her focus once more turned to trying to make sure she won't faint from weakness until they arrived at their destination.

She wished the ride would end. The faster it ended, the better.
 
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Parthenia much preferred the comfort of having her own personal transportation, despite her family’s estates being a stone’s throw away from the Monastery on horseback. Even if it was simple horseback, it also afforded her the chance to organize her thoughts or conjure up some imaginary conversation in her head, something she could go through in her head and store for future social use. Her unfulfilled wish was no terrible loss, though. She liked the fun of meeting new people. She liked to talk to them, see how they worked inside their little heads, and if she didn’t find their characters wanting, make friends of them. If not, even the dullest of people could make for fantastic entertainment, although usually at their expense.

In this case, her two companions in the carriage were individuals she was familiar with, one more than the other. Sitting across from her was Theodoric, a man of golden hair and a grounded build. As the heir of House Marlon, their lands just north of her family’s, Parthenia had known him since they were only a few summers old. She had always felt that he had a sort of boring personality. He was disciplined and stern, the perfect character for a knight, but it also meant that he had little taste for some of her more outlandish knavery. Still, he was a friend and made for decent company.

The other student-to-be was a person that Parthenia was aware of, but had never met. Despite her age, she made it her business to try to keep up in politics, and always made a concerted effort to at least know the names of the important players of the realm, nobles and commoners alike. Parthenia would not normally have known of the middling daughter of a minor noble house but for the efforts of her father in gathering favor and marriages for his children. She recalled from her childhood that it had been proposed, at one point, that one of his daughters would be married to her younger brother. It never happened, but it would have been an amusing dynamic to see. In any case, while her hair was distinctive, it wasn’t until Lapis gave Parthenia her name that she had put two and two together.

She sized her up as… a bit of a pushover. While she wasn’t much shorter than Parthenia, she was quite slim, and cut a rather unimposing figure, which led her to surmise she was probably a magic practitioner of some variety. She didn’t underestimate her, however; she was a noble, however minor. Like Theodoric, Parthenia didn’t assign any extreme significance to blue blood, but she found that even the most minor of nobles tended to have a strange tenacity.

Parthenia glanced out the window, tasting the countryside air as it filtered through the carriage. She had been catching up with Theodoric and making an acquaintance of Lapis, but had fallen silent during a natural lull in the conversation, letting her attention shift back to the view outside. Some houses began to pass through their view as the horses clopped steadily down the road. She had lost track of time talking; she wondered if they were getting close.
 
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Well. This could have gone worse so far. Theodoric would have preferred riding in the open air compared to sitting in a carriage, but he supposed it would be good to start being introduced to his new schoolmates. Or in this case, one new schoolmate and...Parthenia. Joy. At least she hadn't started to harass the other girl yet. And at least the third person in the carriage wasn't Sherry. As much as he cared for his two closest childhood friends, being stuck with them in the same carriage for such a long ride would have been a nightmare scenario for him.

Theodoric suppressed a frown as he remembered the day. The twenty-eighth of the Traveler Moon...no. Best not to think about it for the moment. Not in the presence of company. Unfortunate that of all days, this would be his introduction to the Officers' Academy.

His thoughts turned to the companions he was confined to this carriage with for the moment in an effort to distract himself. The blue-haired girl, Lapis, seemed to be formerly minor nobility from what Parthenia had gathered. It had taken him a few moments to recognize her father's name, as well as his antics. Marrying up in the aristocracy was all well and good, especially to increase one's family's power. But abandoning Crestless children and not even bothering to raise his own get? Dishonorable, not to mention morally revolting. He didn't have much of a read on Lapis's personality yet, but from what he could observe of her figure and muscle mass, he'd have her pinned for a magic user. The heavier, frontline specializations were already discarded due to her slim figure in general. Not lithe enough to be a myrmidon or a thief, and not enough strength in the arms to be an archer. Still, she seemed pleasant enough. Gwendolyn would have liked her...

Theodoric looked out the window at that last thought, deliberately keeping his expression neutral. Perhaps that was why Parthenia hadn't tried much of anything today. She would have remembered that today was his elder sister's birthday, and that he would have been in even less of a mood for her shenanigans than usual. He suppressed a sigh. He was being unfair to Parthenia. She wasn't quite all bad, given that they were still friends. Everyone had their downsides, and Parthenia's was her malicious streak. Doric had lost count of the amount of times growing up that he'd had to clean up the social messes she'd left behind out of a sense of responsibility for not stopping it in the first place. Still, she was savvy yet humble, positive traits he'd seen absent from bluebloods three times her age.

Despite his best efforts, Doric's thoughts turned back to his "missing" sister once again. He shouldn't, he knew that. By now, if she hadn't turned up, she was dead. The year she'd first joined the Officers' Academy, they'd celebrated her nameday early, given that she wouldn't be at home on the actual date. Kind, intelligent, dutiful, and already a certified swordmistress by the time she'd returned home. It wasn't fair. Even years after the fact, Theodoric still didn't believe he measured up to her legacy. By all rights and merit, Gwendolyn should have been the heir. Not him.

He pursed his lips, focusing his attention back to the present. He could brood when he was alone. This wasn't the time for his own self-indulgences. The conversation had come to a lull, which was why his thoughts had turned out like this in the first place. Nothing to distract him with. Doric would have to fix that himself.

"Lapis, was it?" He asked with a friendly tone, despite his mood. "What is it you hope to accomplish at the Officers' Academy? Reinforcing the skills you already possess, or learning new ones?"
 
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Many dreamed of achieving greatness through their exploits at the Officer's Academy. Many would do anything to have a chance at such an illustrious school life, one which would undoubtedly open countless doors for anyone in the future. This was the chance for commoners and nobles alike to either make names for themselves, or simply further capitalize on their prestige. While Alex didn't display the same level of preparedness, or enthusiasm as many would have expected, he was indeed excited. He would finally be leaving his horrid "step-mother's" watchful eye. He'd also have a much easier time blowing off his nagging half-sister. She was nothing if not the absolute worst kind of brat. He scoffed under his breath at the mere though of the two until the image of his father popped into his mind. He couldn't rightly say being away from the old man didn't help make this easier as well. It wasn't like he particularly felt at home with them regardless.

He sighed looking out the window of the carriage, these thoughts continuing to flood his mind. He was getting inside his own head again. His mother would most certainly not approve. Perhaps it was best he didn't focus so much on the subject any more. After all, the young man had spent for too much of the trip lost in his own little world with little to no communication with the others who shared a carriage with him. Although, he wasn't sure that mattered much anyone. One was busy glowering at him and the girl in the carriage. He swore he knew her, but he was having trouble placing her. Ugh... Namira would never let me hear the end of it if I don't figure... Alex thought for a moment, before suddenly blurting out, "SHERRY!"

Alex quickly realized his little blunder, but proceeded to laugh it off. "Sorry," he said as he brought his laugh down to a simple chuckle. "I was trying to figure out why I thought I knew you, princess," he explained, fixing his gaze on Sherry for just a moment before looking back out the window. He marveled at the scenery. "You seem about as stuck up as I remember," Alex paused to glance back at Sherry, "or maybe you're just nervous? Uptight, maybe? No... Probably just judging one, or both, of us."

The young man shrugged moving on, without paying much more attention to the clearly disgruntled red head. "Kidding," he relented with a bit of a smirk as he reach into his pocket, pulling out a small pouch from his bag. He'd packed this on the off chance that the long trip didn't agree with him, but he saw now that he wasn't the one who would need the help after all. The other girl sharing this ride with him and Sherry, seemed to be miserable (especially after that last bump threw her into the shoulder of the carriage). He moved a bit closer to her and nudged her softly while reaching into the bag to pull out a small leaf. "You should chew on this," he said calmly as though any interaction with Sherry had never occurred while simultaneously realizing his seemingly random change of subject might come off a bit odd.

"It's a peppermint leaf. It's good for helping with nausea, stomach issues... stuff like that. It isn't like a cure or anything and it's generally better as tea, or something like that," he smiled, "but it'll probably help you out on the tail end of this trip. Usually makes things a bit more bearable for me on average." In retrospect, it might have helped her out a bit sooner, but he hadn't honestly been paying enough attention to her or Sherry to really think about it. He hoped that she wouldn't hold that against him, though he was sure he hadn't made a great impression regardless, given his lack of proper manners and his slightly more unkempt appearance.
 
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Lapis, from the moment she entered the carriage, wondered what she did to deserve the unlucky fate that the cards had bestowed upon her. Her fortune had assured her that her travel to the academy would be uneventful, and yet here she was with two nobles who was and was related to the person that her biological father tried to make an arrangement with.

The girl, Parthenia, was the elder sister to the Ciran boy who was one of many Lapis’s biological father had tried to marry her to. Parthenia had recognized her name and vice versa, but the two had never properly been introduced. In truth, Lapis was happy that they could meet under these circumstances rather than the fate that had been avoided. Lapis didn’t get to hear more of the other’s backstory before the conversation lulled to a stop, sadly. Due to their differing statuses, she wasn’t confident that there would be another opportunity for her to learn more. It was a shame since Parthenia had been so kind and a pleasure to speak to.

Boo... Well, with time she would get passed the disappointment.

Appearance-wise, Parthenia was very pretty and, judging by the seating, may be the same height if not a little taller than Lapis. She couldn’t see any defining muscle because of the other’s dress, so she couldn’t pin down exactly what Parthenia used for combat. If Parthenia had been a magic user, then there would be another reason to spark up a conversation with her again...

Then there was Theodoric Marlon, heir to House Marlon; a name she recalled her father speaking when he was trying to arrange for her or one of her elder sisters to become his bride. All she remembered from that little exchange was that it had gone nowhere, and she was happy it didn’t. Lapis was unsure if Theodoric even remembered such an event, but honestly, she was grateful if the discussion never reached his ears. It helped make this ride far less awkward than it could have been…

Appearance and personality-wise, he seemed to come off as one would expect of a Noble. He looked as though he would be at least a head taller than her when standing, his shoulders were broad and body strong; definitely a specialist in blades. His composure was rather proper, and, if she could be honest, he held the face and body language of someone haughty and unapproachable. Lapis didn't want to surmise such a thought, and after conversing with him she was happy to say that she was right. He seemed friendly enough, though like Parthenia, Lapis wasn’t sure if there would be more conversations past this carriage.

Despite holding the Zuval name, Lapis was still just a commoner.



Unlike her two companions, Lapis had been rather comfortable for the duration of the transport and honestly didn’t mind being crammed together with her new acquaintances. She, due to her childhood being spent mostly in a library, was accustomed to being seated for ungodly amounts of time doing nothing physical but flipping pages next to individuals she’d never seen in her life. Though the current conversation had died down, Lapis was happy that she had the opportunity to learn a bit more about those she would attend the Officer’s Academy with.

Theodoric had spoken up, addressing her before she could think about rereading one of her books. She perked up, smiling as she listened to his question then paused for a brief second to collect her thoughts.


“Hmm, I would say both, but moreso learning new ones. It would be nigh impossible for a commoner to accomplish my biggest goal without the necessary skills and education.”

“And yourself Theodoric? Parthenia? What do you both seek to accomplish at the Academy?” Lapis asked, taking the conversation back to them. She would much rather learn about them than speak about herself.
 
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The end of summer, huh.

Come to think of it, hadn't all the biggest changes in his life happened around this time, when the days grew shorter and the winds became chilly? The death of his father, and the arrival of the far travelers that brought him to Solitaire when he was but a boy. Getting caught by the assassins that sent him to Cretus, and then by the Sylmare nobles, cutthroats in their own right - as all nobles were. This year, it was the academy that awaited him at the end of a long summer.

Leon rapped his fingers on the open page of his book. He was too deep in thought to read the words, though.

For nature, autumn spells a looming death; for humans, a chance at something new.

... Or something corny like that.

Leon grinned, cheek resting against his palm. Oh boy, if only master Ludeworth could see him now. The poor old coot had spent the past few months trying to teach him how to weave words like a poet. Leon had been dragged to see many a full moon and sunset, but none of it had brought him any particular inspiration. Instead, it was here, in a carriage reeking of sweat and horse shit, where muse finally struck him.

Speaking of striking things...

The boy next to him stirred, and Leon braced himself for another round of interrogation. Oh, pardon-- conversation, as the other was likely to call it. Ever since he'd mentioned his status as an heir to house Sylmare, he'd been the target of constant suspicion. The other ought to be glad he was born a noble; where Leon hailed from, such nosiness often ended in a severed tongue. He knew - he'd seen a few cut clean off.

Then again, nobles were known for their gossip, so he supposed it was only normal. It was funny, in a way; they were like the old hags of his hometown, just as caught up in the business of others, and just as difficult to tell off for it. This guy, Mael, was the heir to Pleiades, the wealthiest house in all of Cretus. Lucky bastard bore a major crest too, or so he'd heard. Of course the guy was up in everyone's business - life was probably boring as all hell, when everything was handed to you on a silver platter.

Well, maybe not everything. Bastard looked sick as a dog.

"Awake enough. G'morning, sunshine." Be that it was past noon. Leon gave the other a glance, then returned to his book. "Just so you know, if you puke on me, you're running the rest of the way."

He turned a page and read a few paragraphs more, just enough to know whether the vagabond protagonist would survive his ordeal, then began to absentmindedly dig through his belongings.

"Here," Leon tossed a flask at the other boy. "Have a sip. Have two. Just don't stink up the place any more than this."

Leon the little spy would have not cared; he'd slept in places that reeked of far worse than vomit.

Leonid the heir probably would, so he figured he should act accordingly.

"Or, you know, if you really can't hold it in," Leon craned his neck a little to nod towards the open front of their carriage. "There's a carriage from Galbia behind us, red cloth and everything. They could use a splash of colour."

He leaned back to focus on his book. "Aim well, and hurl far.'
 
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The sudden call of what was apparently a name from the guy that was with them in carriage basically revealed Sherry's name to her, though it made her jump on the spot more than anything else. Afterwards, she briefly looked in his direction, as he continued talking to the girl, before moving her gaze back onto the floor and their feet. She didn't want to keep her eyes moving too much.

When he moved closer to her and nudged her, Laila didn't immediately turn towards him. She did slightly fear another movement would cause her head to spin if she didn't do it carefully. As he mentioned that she should chew something, Laila finally turned to look towards him. Without adjusting her hair, her almost yellow eyes would peek between strands of hair, and move to look at the peppermint leaf. Taking it from him, she gave it a brief look as he kept explaining what it was, and how it would help her.

When he was done, Laila went ahead and placed the leaf in her mouth. Slowly chewing on it, she thought the taste was, at the very least, comforting at the beginning. Maybe it just took a few moments for any effects to kick in. Realizing she hadn't shown gratitude for his concern, she turned her gaze towards him once more, allowing her eyes to peek from under her hair once again "Thank you." She spoke softly.

Letting some more moments pass, the taste of the peppermint leaf certainly began feeling more comforting. It felt like it was helping a bit, and it made Laila decide to always make sure she has some with her, in case they needed to ride more carriages unannounced. As she began feeling a bit better now, she slightly straightened up, which allowed her to more properly look at the other two. Moving the strands of hair away from her face, Laila kept carefully chewing it, holding on to the hope their trip would end soon, before the effects of the leaf wear off.

"I'm Laila." She suddenly said, having realized she hadn't introduced herself the entire way through. She felt more obliged to introduce herself now that she also knew the name of the other girl, even if it wasn't meant for her to hear. She then offered a soft smile to both of them, although she seemed to stop on Alex a bit longer, having been the one who helped her. Her hopes to form a good friendship, at least with him, certainly improved following that display of kindness.
 
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The sight of other horse carriages was a welcome one, as that meant that they were getting closer and closer to their destination. The smell of horse droppings was getting her a little woozy, but it wasn't like she was about to puke-- unlike the blonde girl that sat near her. She was a commoner, of course, which meant she probably wasn't used to carriage rides. It was quiet, at the very least; the silence gave her ample time for her to gather whatever little patience she had in preparation for their arrival. Or, until the boy next to her literally shouted out her name and gave her quite the fright. Sherry jolted slightly, having been knocked out of her daze.

"Oh, I knew that I was riding with more than just a ragged, dusty commoner boy. It's good to see you, Alexander. You seem dustier and scruffier than I remember. I suggest that you call me by my proper title before you howl straight into my ear." Glaring at him, she then turned towards the blonde commoner. The girl looked even more pale than the last time she looked at her. Alexander gave her some sort of leaf and, without a second thought, the girl put it into her mouth. Sherry made a face, wondering how exactly Laila could have taken something from a stranger and decide to eat it. "And it is a pleasure to meet you, Miss Laila. You may call me Princess Sherry Millefiore Grimdall-- or Your Highness, if you prefer."

"We will be arriving at the town proper soon enough," Sherry continued with a smile. "If your stomach cannot handle much longer, even with those dusty leaves you put into your mouth, you won't have to worry. I believe we'll reunite with the rest of the Houses before we walk the path to the Monastery."

 

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It had taken a minute for the fogginess in his vision to clear up, though the beating within his skull only seemed to worsen with the newfound clarity. Mael groaned in exasperation, drawing circles against both of his temples with his middle fingers. He absolutely despised being confined to suffocating claustrophia for several days, feeling his body cry out for a pulse of adrenaline. The noble tried to keep himself composed, looking ahead to the voice of Leon that answered him as a sudden look of realization painted across Mael's face. "Run the rest of the way, you say? Hmm..."

His eyes drifted towards the window of the carriage to his right, sticking his head through the opening to look along the path that their caravan rode and the other carriages that they were wedged between. Mael caught the glimpse of jet black banners with crimson swords strewn across a shield waving across the front of the wagons preceding theirs, just as Leon had said. He leaned back into his seat, his brow narrowing in a moment to himself. 'That couldn't possibly mean... no, the chances are quite astronomical,' the boy's mind grumbled.

A gasp escaped his lips as a lukewarm flask landed in Mael's lap, drawing him away from the mingling memories. His long fingers draped around its exterior as he picked up the receptacle in a rather overcautious fashion. He began to study its features, even going so far as to smelling for its contents and squinting one eye into the flask after uncapping it. His face gradually lightened into a goofy smile, waving Leon off as he simply feigned suspicion to rile the other boy. "Assassination is punishable outside of Sylmare! And we're outside of Sylmare!" he chuckled, taking care to not touch the flask with his lips as he only took a small sip. He scoffed at Leon's fixation with the book in his hands, his smile dissipating into a pouty frown. "Aw, shucks, Leon. I was only kidding!"

While Mael was fascinated with the romanticized works of great playwrights and storytellers, it was the actual act of reading that the boy often struggled with. It was already difficult for him to sit in one place for too long, as one such as Leon could obviously tell from his descent into madness through sheer monotony. His breaking point was fast approaching, feeling his body tingle with the urge to detonate. He didn't know how Leon could possibly deal with such boredom for so long; his expression grew devious as he looked at the other boy, his eyes glimmering with scheming tendencies. He couldn't take it anymore.

The noble took the flask into both of his hands, but unbeknownst to Leon, it was not for consumption. Mael adjusted the receptacle carefully before squeezing the water from its body, angling the stream to arc over the book in his hands and splash the other boy's face. "Aim well, and hurl far," he recited his companion's previous words of guidance as he opened the door to the side, nimbly slipping outside of the carriage with an almost evil giggle. The sudden burst of motion caused his stomach to turn, nearly succumbing to his nauseous impulse at the side of the road. He poured some of the water from the flask into his left palm, washing his face to revitalize his skin and running his hair further back.

Mael took a series of deep breathes as his arms stretched up high, his taller figure truly basking in the sun for the first time in several days. He turned to look up at the window where Leon sat, capping the flask shut and tossing it up through the opening as he stuck his tongue out at the other noble. "It's been a fun ride, Leon, but you've reminded me that I haven't had my morning jog in several days," his bubbly smile briefly sneaked a glance to the Galbian carriages behind them before returning to his friend. "You may join me, if you so desire! But I'll have you know that I run faster than a Sylmaran horse!"

Mael waved a hand up to the carriage in farewell before turning away, starting with a sprint down the road. His motion sickness eventually settled down as his steps drew into a rhythm, nodding his head in a greeting as he passed by the Concorde's carriages and some others. When he reached the leading caravan at the head of the company, he slowed his pace to match its speed, already feeling immensely refreshed from the physical activity. He did not look to the town residing at the base of the Irinduil Monastery that was ahead of them, but instead, towards the steep sloping path that led up to the Officers Academy itself. "A new challenge," the fires of resolve burned within his eyes, intent on meeting the obstacle head on.
 
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Theodoric nodded at Lapis's response, and considered her words. What he wanted to accomplish at the Academy? His thoughts turned to those whose example he wished to emulate. Family lore and legend established that Marlon had been a cavalryman unlike any other, wielding Imperius with ease on horseback. Theodoric's father was a Holy Knight, utilizing potent Faith magics along with Marlon's blade. And before she disappeared, Gwendolyn had been well on her way to fulfilling the qualifications for a Mortal Savant, her ability with Reason magic being the only factor barring her from mastery.

After a few moments of careful consideration, he spoke again.

"Many in my family have been knights of some renown: either horsemen, spellswords, or both, like my lord father. Though I've never been quite interested in Faith magic. I know a scrap of Reason magic, but I'm more proficient with a blade. I suppose I aim for mastery in both. If I'm to wield my family's sword, magic as a ranged option is more feasible than fumbling for a Levin Sword."

Theodoric would have said more, but a flash of movement in the corner of his eye caught his attention. Was that...Maelys? Running alongside and overtaking the carriages? He probably should have seen this coming. The heir to Pleiades's line had always been rather...exciteable. Such a long carriage ride from his family's lands must have left Maelys stir-crazy. Just from a brief glance outside, Theodoric could tell that they were approaching the monastery now. Still, the path up through town to the actual complex was rather steep. Maelys would likely exhaust himself running up the whole way, if he even made it. He glanced over towards Parthenia. She would have noticed Maelys too.

"Parthenia, a wager. Our next bottle of wine over whether or not Maelys manages to run up all the way to the Monastery. Your choice as to whether he manages it or not."
 
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Raising her eyebrows as the carriage passed a farm full of grazing animals, Parthenia’s attention was returned to the inside of the carriage and its occupants as the lull in conversation was broken by Theodoric. She offered Lapis a polite, if not relatively unnecessary smile as she answered his question, although her eyebrow twitched ever so slightly upward as the girl referred to herself as a commoner. It was otherwise a predictable answer to a boring question from Theodoric, really. If Parthenia answered the question herself, she would…

Lapis asked the question for her. Perfect timing. Parthenia would have offered her thoughts unprompted, but making herself seem even just a little bit less selfish was always nice. Theodoric answered before her; as expected, he had some knightly goals, although she was a bit surprised that her childhood friend had been dabbling in reason magic these days. Unfortunately for Parthenia, she had never bothered learning a lick of magic in the past. She would have to step up her game in the future.

Parthenia spoke flippantly. “Both, of course. But I would place a bit of emphasis on other things, unlike old Theo here. Meeting new people, stumbling on new experiences, maybe finding a new chess rival; I hear the potential heir to House Ravaleth is a decent chess player. I certainly hope that’s true.”

She also had more to say, but like Theodoric, she became distracted by a glimpse of movement outside and a trail of dust that followed it. Peeking out the window, she was amused to see somebody sprinting down the road, having already overtaken the lazy pace of the carriage horses trotting along the road. With his back to her, she couldn’t see who it was, but it was apparently the heir to house Pleiades, according to Theodoric. It made sense.

“Maelys, huh?”
She frowned; Theo should know she wasn’t too fond of gambling, but this particular instance was too funny to give up. “Sure. He’s going to arrive at the monastery in a stretcher. There’s no doubt about it.”