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The sun was warm, the wind playful. Funny, how quickly the weather could change once the leviathan had been disposed of. It was a pity, such creatures normally kept to the depths undisturbed but when they exposed themselves it was up to them to maintain the order and balance in this world.
In the wake of battle he relaxed, stretched out among a field of wildflowers, not to be disturbed. Beside him curled and basking on a small flat stone rested a bluegray lizard of sorts though Gods and Devils save the person who called his companion a mere lizard. Thankfully Svell was more than happy to rest and bask after yesterday's encounter. The wind, teased his dark hair and storm gray eyes briefly opened, looking up into the peaceful blue skies. Hard to believe that only a mere day prior storm clouds and dangerously high waves threatened even their coastal buildings.
Still, the battle was won and for now, Atlantis could rule itself. "Prince Liam!" Or not. Sighing he wondered if he could just pretend not to hear, would the attendant go away or just remain? Certainly he wouldn't force a prince to do anything but he supposed the attendant could get rather annoying if he didn't respond. Ah well. Sitting up he glanced over at the younger male who respectfully bowed, beside him Svell didn't bother opening black eyes. "Prince Liam, apologies for disturbing you, however the guards have found someone."
He frowned, he didn't like being bothered and really didn't like being bothered with nonsense, "What do you mean found someone? All were accounted for last night." After the battle, to ensure none had fallen victim or those who had, we're recovered.
There was nervousness to his voice, clearly picking up on the royalty's unhappiness, "Yes sire, that is why I was sent. Someone washed ashore." Gray eyes narrowed at that, no one 'washed ashore' on Atlantis, that meant wards were failing and that was not good. "They've taken him to restricted quarters, I was fetched to inform you."
"Svell." He gave, half listening to the youth as he called his companion who huffed but uncurled to climb up an offered arm. A proper description of the creature crawling up his blue and black hamaka would be similar to a eastern dragon in body style, long and thin with for clawed limbs though the head was more distinctly waster with a pointed snort and two small horns. Of course none of that could truly be seen as Svell made his way up to curl around Liam's neck much as a snake might constrict around prey, horned head buried somewhere under raven hair. Svell was kind enough not to choke his companion, thankfully, for now. "Explain." He ordered, even as he took the lead, Atlantis didn't have jails, no prisons, restricted quarters were the closest they had, crime was low and while not completely eliminate the threat of exile was enough to ensure the population remained good for the most part.
That being said restricted quarters were merely rooms with posted guards and barred windows, they were still furnished as most of the island with bed and chair, sinks for washing and the likes. Compared to the rest of the world their basic 'prison' rooms were fit for kings. The attendant explained that the stranger had been found washed ashore, not awake but certainly not dead. Healers had tended to him and now posted guards waited for the stranger to wake. If he woke before Liam arrived and attempted to leave guards would be sure to keep him in place though the language barrier would be clear instantly. Wherever this stranger was, the language spoken would be unfamiliar.
In the wake of battle he relaxed, stretched out among a field of wildflowers, not to be disturbed. Beside him curled and basking on a small flat stone rested a bluegray lizard of sorts though Gods and Devils save the person who called his companion a mere lizard. Thankfully Svell was more than happy to rest and bask after yesterday's encounter. The wind, teased his dark hair and storm gray eyes briefly opened, looking up into the peaceful blue skies. Hard to believe that only a mere day prior storm clouds and dangerously high waves threatened even their coastal buildings.
Still, the battle was won and for now, Atlantis could rule itself. "Prince Liam!" Or not. Sighing he wondered if he could just pretend not to hear, would the attendant go away or just remain? Certainly he wouldn't force a prince to do anything but he supposed the attendant could get rather annoying if he didn't respond. Ah well. Sitting up he glanced over at the younger male who respectfully bowed, beside him Svell didn't bother opening black eyes. "Prince Liam, apologies for disturbing you, however the guards have found someone."
He frowned, he didn't like being bothered and really didn't like being bothered with nonsense, "What do you mean found someone? All were accounted for last night." After the battle, to ensure none had fallen victim or those who had, we're recovered.
There was nervousness to his voice, clearly picking up on the royalty's unhappiness, "Yes sire, that is why I was sent. Someone washed ashore." Gray eyes narrowed at that, no one 'washed ashore' on Atlantis, that meant wards were failing and that was not good. "They've taken him to restricted quarters, I was fetched to inform you."
"Svell." He gave, half listening to the youth as he called his companion who huffed but uncurled to climb up an offered arm. A proper description of the creature crawling up his blue and black hamaka would be similar to a eastern dragon in body style, long and thin with for clawed limbs though the head was more distinctly waster with a pointed snort and two small horns. Of course none of that could truly be seen as Svell made his way up to curl around Liam's neck much as a snake might constrict around prey, horned head buried somewhere under raven hair. Svell was kind enough not to choke his companion, thankfully, for now. "Explain." He ordered, even as he took the lead, Atlantis didn't have jails, no prisons, restricted quarters were the closest they had, crime was low and while not completely eliminate the threat of exile was enough to ensure the population remained good for the most part.
That being said restricted quarters were merely rooms with posted guards and barred windows, they were still furnished as most of the island with bed and chair, sinks for washing and the likes. Compared to the rest of the world their basic 'prison' rooms were fit for kings. The attendant explained that the stranger had been found washed ashore, not awake but certainly not dead. Healers had tended to him and now posted guards waited for the stranger to wake. If he woke before Liam arrived and attempted to leave guards would be sure to keep him in place though the language barrier would be clear instantly. Wherever this stranger was, the language spoken would be unfamiliar.