Crossroads of the Heart

Author's Note:

Fire Emblem is the property of Intelligent Systems and Nintendo. Be warned, this chapter is hilariously lengthy.


Chapter 8: The Scent of Home

Compared to the quarters he was accustomed to back in Caelin, Ostia was truly of an impressive size; even the dining hall Kent found himself in at the moment made his homeland's facilities seem like a paltry peasant's kitchen. Serving maids bustled all around, and various members of Ostia's sizeable military force drifted in and out, some grabbing a quick bite to eat before heading for evening watch duty, others settling down with comrades for a pleasant meal, complete with rowdy socializing. Though they were Lycians one and all, the differences between this place and Caelin were somewhat shocking. It was odd to think that they would all be consolidated soon...

Kent frowned as Sain, seated across from him, pulled a blushing Ostian servant girl close, whispering something no doubt entirely inappropriate in the flustered woman's ear. That was certainly no way to act, especially as visitors -- did he want to make them think all of Caelin's men were naught but lewd scoundrels? He delivered a swift kick to his companion under the table, who yelped, releasing the equally startled girl -- who dashed off almost at once -- to fix a particularly venomous glare on him.

"Hey, what was that for?" he complained, reaching down to rub his undoubtedly newly bruised chins.

"Can you hold off with your vile mannerisms for just a single day?" Kent replied in his familiar disapproving way, eliciting an expected yet still irritating show of eye rolling from Sain. "We're supposed to be representing the Knights of Caelin here, and you're accosting their serving women? Really, Sain!"

"I can't help it! These Ostian women are simply so lovely, I'm compelled to act..."

"Then perhaps we should get out of here before you make a complete fool of yourself..."

Indeed, they had both eaten their fill; though Ostians were often regarded as rather frugal, they were certainly generous with their food and drink. Perhaps they received special treatment as guests, but either way their experiences here so far had been pleasant.

"Well, I suppose I'm done here anyway," Sain agreed, taking to his feet. His eyes wandered across the chest of a particularly well endowed woman, brushing by with an armful of used cutlery, and he sighed wistfully. "Though I must say, the scenery leaves little to be desired..."

"...Terrible," Kent muttered, unceremoniously yanking his companion toward the exit by the arm. "Honestly, I shudder to think of what you'll do running off around Lycia on your own..."

"Hey, let me go! You know, I never did ask you to babysit me, mother.

"It's not a duty I relish, I assure you. It is merely something that must be done..."

"Hmph..."

"I wonder if Florina is all right," Kent switched subjects abruptly, releasing Sain's arm as the laughter and general commotion the dining halls faded at their backs. "Fiora is so protective of her..."

"She seemed fairly distraught," Sain mused, thinking back on earlier events. Fiora had, of course, excused herself at once when he had delivered his report, stepping briskly with a concerned look in her eye. Not one to take any nonsense from anyone, that one. It was somewhat intimidating at times...

"So you were saying... I wonder where they are now?" Kent paused, peering down a few nearby corridors. "It's been awhile, after all."

"Oh, stop worrying. Let the sisters have their heart to heart."

"Odd to hear you suggesting to leave a woman alone..."

"That hurts, Kent. It really does!"

Sain rather impressively feigned a wounded expression, and Kent found himself chuckling at his antics. For all of his faults, and all of their differences, he truly was his best friend. That their paths would part soon was a saddening thought, for all of his indifferent airs in public. They had been wide-eyed squires together, always there to lend a hand or some moral support when Sir Wallace was in a particularly sour mood... they had grown up together as Knights of Caelin. It was so hard for him to truly grasp that such a significant chapter in their lives was rapidly coming to a close. His thoughts must have altered his expression, as a moment later Sain was eyeing him with concern.

"Something wrong, Kent?"

"No... nothing. It's a little overwhelming, isn't it? All of this happening..."

"Overwhelming? Don't tell me you're already having second thoughts about Fiora..."

"No! You idiot, I'd never regret that decision!" Kent exclaimed, resisting the urge to smack his companion upside the head. Did he never think of anything but women? "Never mind!"

"Well, what then? The succession? You already have your plans made and all, don't you?"

"Yes, but... I suppose it's a little difficult to explain... It must be harder for you, since you really have no direction after this."

"I'm not particularly worried," Sain assured him with a grin. "There's always need for a good lance somewhere, and it's not as though there is any shortage of women to be had in any region of the world..."

Kent shrugged, not bothering to complain about his absolutely horrid logic. Sain would be Sain, no matter how often he pointed out the flaws in his thinking. Truth be told, he certainly had become a fine knight -- he was probably right about the ease of finding work, at least. As the former Subcommander of the Knights of Caelin, he certainly had a solid resume to rely on, and the conflict with Nergal had provided plenty of experience.

Really, he and Fiora were relying on the same things, so he couldn't be too critical. Mercenaries were ruled by the laws of supply and demand; where there was need of them, they would go, and from day to day they would have to hope such a need existed. It was an unsettling lifestyle for him, but if Fiora loved it so, he was certain he would come to at least accept it, as well.

He wandered on throughout Ostia's castle, Sain uncharacteristically quiet at his side, deep in thought. So deep, in fact, that he failed to notice a particular pink-haired cleric, barreling down the hall as though she were a giddy child on festival day. Luckily, his battle-honed reflexes kicked in, enabling him to step aside; yet, as Serra was rather unaware of the impending collision herself, this only served to send her careening directly into Sain instead. Kent rolled his eyes as his companion promptly toppled over -- he had clearly done that on purpose, and now Serra lay splayed on his torso in a most compromising position. Typical.

"Well, hello to you too, Serra!" Sain beamed cheerfully, propping himself up on his hands into a semi-sitting position. "But you know, there's no reason to be so violent -- you know you merely have to ask and I'll--"

"Oh! You did that on purpose!" Serra complained, disentangling herself with a disapproving glare. "How rude!"

"I do believe it was you who knocked me off my feet, my dear..."

"Stop over dramatizing," Serra scolded him, a slight blush on her cheeks.

"Where on earth were you off to in such a hurry?" Kent inquired patiently, offering her a hand. She took it gratefully, taking to her feet.

"Actually, you two, and... where are Florina and her sisters?" Serra looked around, suddenly noticing their absence. "Still sorting out that... business from earlier?"

"...Most likely."

"Hm... well, I was out at the training grounds with Oswin just now, when who should show up but Lord Hector himself! He pulled Oswin aside -- wouldn't let me listen, I tell you, he's positively horrible sometimes! Hmph! In any case, if he thinks I haven't picked up a thing or two from watching Matthew sneak around--"

"...Ahem..." Kent coughed discreetly. "Forgive me, Serra, but... does this have a point?"

"Yes, yes, I'm getting to that! Anyway, I heard him telling Oswin something about Lyn leaving for the plains; negotiations are apparently over until the other Lycian Lords can meet here for an official council, but..."

"Serra, as much as I love to hear that beautiful voice of yours..." Sain prompted, smirking in an amused fashion.

"Oh, shut up, Sain. And don't you go feigning that hurt look, I'm sure women have said worse to the likes of you! ...Ahem! Anyway, Sir Oswin told me I should go find you and the others at once, since apparently we're supposed to be discussing Lyn's departure..."

"So soon?" Kent blinked in surprise. They had only just arrived, and they were to leave again already?

"Apparently so, but truthfully..." Serra cast a conspiratory glance at the both of them, shifting her eyes in a most suspicious manner. "It is my personal hunch that there is something Lord Hector isn't telling us..."

"What makes you think that?"

"Nothing in particular, but as you should all well know, I am a positively excellent judge of these things!"

"...Hm," Kent raised a skeptical brow.

"In any case!" Serra continued, oblivious. "I do believe everyone's waiting in the throne room. Get a move on, hm?" She pushed Sain playfully in the proper direction, eliciting a no doubt lewd response spoken too low for Kent to catch... probably for the best. He shook his head, following them both, observing them with a critical eye. Certainly, Sain flirted with all women, but... Serra was certainly a softy for attention, but Kent was sure she was not thirsty enough for it to give in to Sain. Yet, hearing their bantering so... nonsense. She was a cleric, sworn to chastity, was she not?


Florina fidgeted nervously, there in the very heart of Ostia, the throne room itself. She thought back to the last time she had been here; Nergal had magicked his morphs into the castle walls... there had been so many archers, too! A shiver ran down her spine at the memory, and Fiora looked down at her with a questioning look. Florina quickly smiled reassuringly, not wanting her questions at the moment. Yet she was having difficulty finding a suitable place to direct her attention... there was Farina, and they were certainly not on speaking terms at the moment. Anger and hurt bloomed in her core at the very sight of her insensitive sister, but... there was Lyn, and strangely even her presence couldn't calm her nerves as it had so often before.

Matthew had located her and Fiora in the courtyard, imparting instructions to meet here in order to hear their next course of action. When they had entered the throne room, though... she recalled Lyn's blush as she quickly dropped Hector's hand, possibly in response to her own surprised stare. She hadn't said a thing to her since, but Florina had a feeling the conversation to come was not one she should be anticipating anyway. Her eyes moved on... there was Hector, not seated placidly at his throne as most rulers would be at this time, but rather pacing about in typical fashion. Florina noticed the way his eyes wandered toward Lyn every so often... But can't you see the way I'm looking at you...?

No, stop that! She scolded herself mentally, choosing the floor as her next focal point. There was nothing to muse on about the cold stone at her feet, was there? No, certainly not.

Approaching footsteps and several familiar voices drew her eyes to a new resting place -- it seemed as though Serra had finally located Kent and Sain. Kent stepped into the room, murmuring an apology to Lyn, who dismissed it at once as wholly unnecessary, of course. Kent smiled, as he had surely expected this response, and Florina managed to muster up a welcoming smile as he approached her and Fiora.

"Found 'em!" Serra exclaimed triumphantly, and Florina noticed Hector wince at her perhaps overly buoyant voice.

"Took you long enough," He muttered, and she crossed her arms in response, putting on a hurt face.

"Honestly, you'd think I'd get just a little bit of appreciation..."

"Enough," Hector spoke flatly, and even Serra knew not to push her luck when he took that tone. She complied immediately, throwing in a perhaps mocking curtsy to emphasize her obedience. Florina stifled a giggle in spite of herself as she then turned toward them, rolling her eyes in an exaggerated fashion when her back was properly turned away from Hector.

"So disrespectful," Fiora murmured softly, but then, she wasn't all too familiar with the camaraderie their Ostian companions shared.

"That's everyone, right?" Hector began, looking around at those gathered.

"Yes, that's all," Lyn confirmed, clearing her throat. "...We called you here to let you know, I plan on departing for Sacae as soon as possible. ...That is, I'd like to be on my way tomorrow morning, at the latest." A surprised murmur greeted these words, but she pressed on hastily. "I know it seems sudden, but as most of you probably know I'm a bit anxious to return home..."

Florina remained very quiet, very still. It didn't make a whit of sense to her that Lyn was going back, even now -- surely all she had seen hadn't merely been optical illusion, or her own expectations leading her to false conclusions. She knew Lyn better than that, and she was certain that she was correct... this entire situation was becoming far too confusing for her to handle. She ignored the very pointed look Farina shot in her direction, refusing to meet her eyes.

"We'll be staying here tonight -- I'm sure Serra or Matthew can show you to your chambers, though you should remember them from last time we were here..." She smiled. "One last thing... I want you all to know, that though you are free to leave my service at any time -- your official duties expired long ago, after all -- I would be honored to have your help for one final task."

"Lady Lyndis?" Kent inquired politely.

"Do you recall, Kent, Sain... when we first met?" She asked curiously.

"Of course," Kent affirmed.

"How could I forget?" Sain grinned, winking in a particularly cheesy fashion.

"...I know most of you gathered here know about my past..."

Suddenly, Florina realized what was about to happen. Oh, Lyn... she thought, eyes widening. It had been so long since Lyn had brought up the Taliver, but Florina could well remember the way it had been about all she'd discuss back when... well. Back when she had lost her tribe... her family. Of course, she would accompany her friend to this end, but somehow Florina had thought perhaps she had let the past go... apparently, she had been quite wrong. Though she could hardly fault Lyn for desiring this revenge, Florina had always hoped, in her heart of hearts, that Lyn could come to terms with her loss without the need for more bloodshed... additionally, she was simply terrified of those axe-wielding, barbarous, absolutely vile men, and had no love for the thought of confronting them again. These next few weeks looked to be a trial, indeed.

Florina gauged the reactions of others as Lyn explained her intentions -- she had been right, of course, this was about the Taliver. Kent and Sain took on grim expressions; they had been there to witness Lyn's vow all those months ago, and they clearly intended to make good on the promise they had each made to accompany her. Fiora and Farina's expressions ranged from surprised to furious -- at the bandits, Florina supposed -- as Lyn explained her story for their benefit. Matthew and Oswin, standing silently nearby where Hector had been pacing earlier before the throne, exchanged unreadable glances. Matthew had known about this, as he had been part of their original group... Florina smiled, recalling her journey with Lyndis's Legion. Oswin had undoubtedly heard the story before, but either way his stone carved face gave little away.

Hector was perhaps the most interesting to watch -- his reaction seemed to waver from concern to frustration, and Florina wondered if he would try sneaking out to accompany them. Surely Oswin would do all he could to keep him here... no. He wouldn't do such a thing, Florina knew... he had been so repentant of his past irresponsibility, not to mention his numerous vows to remedy his ways in the name of his departed brother. It was clear from his demeanor that he knew this, too, and the knowledge was not to his liking.

"And so... if you would accompany me for this... I would truly find it an honor," Lyn concluded her story, turning an expectant gaze on them.

Of course, she was met with resounding agreement; that was hardly surprising.

"Oh, this isn't fair!" Serra exclaimed, startling them all. "You can't leave me out of this! It's... just..." She sputtered, and Hector frowned at her from his position near the throne.

"If you would let me speak, woman," he growled, and rather than shying away from that tone as Florina felt like doing -- regardless of how it hadn't been directed at her -- she looked back at him defiantly. Florina half expected her to stick out her tongue. "I was going to say, actually... since I can't go myself..."

Just as she had expected.

"..I'd at least like to send some help on my behalf, you know?"

"Oh, Hector, you don't have to..." Lyn quickly put in. "Too large of a group, and..."

"I know, I know. But you can at least take these two along," Hector indicated Serra and Matthew, the latter of which looked both surprised and pleased to be pointed out. "I mean, you guys started this whole thing together, right?"

"I'd be happy to go," Matthew put in sincerely, "Even if Serra has to come along..."

"Oh, shut up, Matthew. And yes! Take me, take me!" Serra all but demanded. "It'll be just like old times, won't it?"

"Hector... Matthew, Serra. Thank you," Lyn spoke warmly. "Of course, you're free to come along as you please."

"Great!" Serra clapped her hands together happily.

"I'm sure you'll need a good spy to locate these guys anyway, right?" Matthew grinned slyly. "Leave it to me, we'll find them in no time."

There was a bit more chatter, but despite all of the excitement these new plans had brought, the hour eventually dictated they disband for the night for some much needed rest. Florina followed the others obediently to their rooms, but truthfully, sleep was the last thing on her mind.


The guest chambers of Ostia were perhaps slightly more lavish than the rest of the keep -- Lyn noticed several rather beautiful tapestries over the head of her bed, beautifully crafted silver cradles for the torches that provided light in this room... even the vanity that stood across from the foot of the bed seemed crafted from rich wood, inlaid with beautiful designs. She examined this particular piece of furnishing with interest; clearly, this room had been designed to house a woman, most likely other noble Lycian ladies. Lyn examined her reflection in the mirror, wondering about the women who had stood in this very place so many times before her. Perfect, unassuming, mild mannered noblewomen... Lyn wondered abruptly if her mother had ever been invited to stay in this room. The thought was unsettling.

"If you saw the woman I see before me... what would you think?" Lyn whispered to her own mirror image, studying herself in the silence that followed. Her eyes closed, and she sighed. Hector was right; there was no reason to dwell upon what her grandfather... or her mother... or what anyone would think of the woman she had become. Still, she couldn't help but wonder... her hands loosened the band that held her hair up, and it promptly tumbled into disarray, nearly reaching the floor from where she sat. They had a somewhat lengthy journey ahead of them; Sacae was a good distance away, even presumably without bandits harrying their progress at every opportunity. It was rather odd, Lyn mused -- it was much like the journey she had shared with nearly this same company so long ago, yet in reverse. Leaving from Lycia to Sacae, and now it was they doing the hunting.

A rather fierce look settled upon her features. Yes, it was those filthy brigands that were to be hunted now... and once they were found, there would be no mercy. On that issue, Lyn stood resolute; every last one of the beasts would die. Just as they had done to her tribe. She was not concerned with finding them -- the atrocities of the Taliver were well documented in the borderlands, and she was certain there would be plenty of information to be had concerning their whereabouts. There were many tribes of brigands in the plains, and near the border to Bern, but... the Taliver were infamous for their brutality, disgustingly proud of their reputations...

In fact, Lyn was willing to bet that if word got to them about her intentions before she could locate them herself, they would be more than happy to come right to her themselves -- their overconfidence would be their end, in this case. Whichever way their meeting took place... there was only one way it would end.

A soft tap startled her out of her reverie, and she glanced toward the door curiously. She had thought everyone would be asleep by now, surely.

"Yes...?" She inquired, rising from her position before the mirror. "Can I help you?"

"...Lyn?" The door opened a crack, and her eyebrows rose in surprise -- what was Hector doing here?

"Hector? What on earth are you... do you think this is entirely appropriate?" Lyn crossed her arms, only half teasing. "Why, what if someone saw you down here, sneaking into a lady's room at this hour..."

"...Sorry," he spoke nervously, stepping away from the door. "I just, well... yeah, sorry." He shut the door, and Lyn found herself jumping forward despite herself to catch it.

"No, wait...!" She poked her head out into the hallway, catching him mid-retreat. He turned, an almost comically conflicted look on his face. "What did you want, Hector?"

"...Nothing really... I just, I thought..." He paused, looking at the various other doors in this hall, wondering if anyone else happened to be awake behind them. Lyn understood his reservation, and motioned for him to come in. It's fine."

"You're sure?" He walked hesitantly forward, and Lyn nodded impatiently.

"It's not like we're doing anything wrong, right?" She muttered, backing into the room. Hector made an odd face, though it was not one she saw, as he dropped it just before stepping inside after her. He debated a moment, then shut the door behind him. She was right, anyway.

"I just... I don't think we'll have much time tomorrow," He began, clearly having trouble organizing his thoughts. Lyn held back a chuckle -- she doubted very much he'd appreciate that -- the poor man was absolutely hopeless.

"We are leaving rather early, but... what, did you think I wouldn't wait to say good bye?"

"No, of course not! ...Why would I think something like that?"

"...Never mind. Was there something else you had to say?"

"Now, I don't want you to take offense to this..." He spoke carefully, clearing his throat. "But I'm, well... I'm worried about... all this."

"You don't think I can take on a company of brainless beasts?" Lyn frowned. "Even after all of that, you still think--"

"No, listen! See, this is what I'm talking about!"

"Then why say it at all?"

"...Would you really prefer it if I pretended not to care?" Hector asked, meeting her angry stare. "You always get so worked up when anyone expresses any concern for you, it's like you'd rather not have anyone care for you at all... but I know you, Lyn. That can't be what it is."

"...You're right," Lyn relented, and Hector nearly sighed with relief when that angry look subsequently slid from her face. "Do you know, Hector, that in the plains... it's considered dishonorable to express doubt in your own abilities? No, I didn't think so. Similarly, the process of expressing concern, as you put it... it's very delicate. Doubting yourself is bad enough, but... doubting a comrade, a fellow tribesman? Treaties have been broken over a careless show of concern, in Sacae... I suppose it is a tribesman's nature to misinterpret even good intentions."

"I see," Hector spoke slowly. It was true that he knew very little about Sacaen customs. He had been well educated growing up on the political and social intricacies of Etruria and Bern, but looking back, he realized just how biased those schools had been. The nomads of Sacae had no social grace, they said -- nothing but savages concerned with their own survival... he had never truly bought in to those lessons -- in fact, he had slept through most of them -- but...

"It was strange for me, coming to Lycia, where people are so... open," Lyn continued. "Emotions... in Sacae... I wouldn't say they are repressed, but they are certainly not shown so openly. Meeting you, Eliwood... everyone that traveled with us... it was an interesting experience, in this regard."

"Lyn..."

"I know... when you say these things, what you really mean, Hector... I do. Yet a lifetime of living a certain way... it maybe be irrational, but it is not something I can forget so easily."

"I don't want you to forget your culture," Hector put in quickly.

"I know. I understand what you meant to say..." Lyn shrugged. "Is that all?"

"No... Look. Are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"

"Hector!"

"I could. I'd find a way to escape again, the only difficult thing would be avoiding Oswin. It wouldn't be so hard to--"

"And what when word got out that you had fled? Are you forgetting, Hector, that there is a council meeting taking place within the next few weeks? I cannot guarantee that we would return before then, and what would happen when the other Lycian Lords arrived to find Marquess Ostia missing?"

"...Well..."

"And what about your promise to Lord Uther?" Lyn finished, and Hector recoiled visibly, as though she had slapped him.

"You're right," He admitted, stepping toward the door. "I wish things were different, but..."

"I'll be fine... I promise. I don't want you worrying about me while I'm away..."

"You know I can't promise that."

"...Fine."

Hector shrugged apologetically, moving again for the door. He was trying to understand, but... couldn't this blasted woman see? He'd do anything for her... but all she wanted him to do seemed to be to pretend he could care less for her wellbeing. It was infuriating, in a way... he had never thought much about matters like love -- truthfully, most of the Lycian woman probably would have only had him for his title, it was fairly apparent his mannerisms were odious to them -- and now that he had found a woman who had captured his heart so completely... all of the things he had heard of romance growing up certainly didn't apply to Lyn. He was, quite simply, at a loss.

Of course, Lyn had never thought about it, either -- watching this man, whom she was usually so comfortable around... her insides seemed to twist most unpleasantly at the gaze he had so carefully trained on her. She was not used to people thinking of her romantically; in fact, it had never before now been something she thought she would enjoy. Love... it brought out the weaknesses in everyone, and if there was one thing Lyn hated... it was to be weak. She found herself remembering the kiss they had shared earlier, and her heart rate increased at the thought. Mother Earth and Father Sky, why did she have to start thinking about that now?

"Hector? Why... why that odd look?" She broke the silence when she noticed the rather strange look on his face, as though he was pondering something... she wondered if he noticed the way she was undoubtedly blushing at the moment. This was the problem she had with feeling these things! She didn't want him thinking of her like some blushing schoolgirl on festival night...

"I just realized," He smiled in way that set her heart pounding even faster, if that were possible. "I've never seen your hair down before..."

"Oh... is that all?" Lyn replied nervously, running a hand through her hair in an almost self-conscious manner.

"Looks nice, actually."

"Well, thanks."

"I'd better be going... you need your rest. Long days ahead..."

"I suppose..." Lyn spoke hesitantly. She wasn't particularly surprised to realize she didn't want him to leave, but what else was he supposed to do? ...Stay? Lyn mentally slapped herself for that thought -- what was she thinking? She approached him slowly, feeling surprisingly shy; it was a feeling she found both foreign and somewhat unpleasant. Bolstered by this realization, she slipped her arms around him for the second time that day, resting her head against his broad chest. He returned the embrace, and again Lyn thought on how pleasant a feeling this was... she could certainly get used to it. She was also glad that he couldn't see her blushing this way. Probably.

"You..," Hector murmured, and she could feel the whisper of his breath stir her hair. "I don't think you realize... how hard it is for me to let you go..."

"I said I'd be back, didn't I?"

"That's not..." He trailed off, and she shivered as he stroked her hair, almost absently. They lapsed again into silence, though it seemed of a... pleasant variety, lacking the awkwardness that usually pervaded these moments between them.

"Not what?" She prompted him eventually, and he tightened his arms around her in response.

"Nothing... it's just... when I'm here with you, this way... I feel like I can do anything. That everything is..." He paused, again wishing for more eloquence in these matters. "That everything is right. Letting you go doesn't seem that way to me."

"You're not in a position to be allowing me to do anything, Hector," she scolded him, pulling slightly away. "I'll do as I please."

"I know that!" He amended quickly, mentally cursing himself for that mistake. "I didn't mean to imply... Lyn. You know I'd never try and... try to put a leash on you, right? I don't want you thinking of me... of Ostia, life here that way."

"...Yes, I know. As clueless as you can be, I doubt even you would try that..."

"Hey..." Hector frowned at her, and she smiled reassuringly.

"Relax. I will be successful in my mission ahead... and when that's finished, I will come back. I promise you that... satisfied?"

"...No."

"Hm?" Lyn looked up at him, surprised at this unexpected response. The look she saw in his eyes... he moved a hand to brush a few errant strands of her hair away from her face, and it was plain as day what he was intending to do next. She closed her eyes as his lips found hers, instinct taking care of things where experience failed her. It was apparently almost immediately that this was quite different from the kiss they had shared earlier -- the hand around her waist pulled them closer together, and the other slid softly over her cheek, caressing her jaw line, holding her with surprising gentleness. Then again, Hector was full of surprises lately. She broke away reluctantly, mind racing nearly as quickly as her heart.

"Hector," she spoke breathlessly, and he eyed her wordlessly, attempting unsuccessfully to gauge her reaction to his impulsive action. She took a breath, moving her arms so that they were positioned over his shoulders, around his neck.

"Yeah?"

Rather than replying with words -- she doubted she could find the proper ones with her thoughts scattered this way, anyway -- she pulled him down toward her, rising on her toes to continue their... previous activity. Of course, he was happy to adhere to this... her eyes nearly opened with surprise as he deepened their kiss, and she moved her hands upward, brushing them through his hair. A part of her very desperately wanted to keep going -- time really had no meaning to her at this point -- but before long, her more rational side began to protest at their activities. They broke apart for a moment, primarily due to rather pressing respiratory demands. Once these had been satiated, he returned only briefly to her lips, turning his attentions to her flushed cheek, moving downward to brush the sensitive skin of her throat... she snapped back to reality in a moment, pulling away from him in a panic.

"Hector... stop that, we can't..." She disentangled her arms from around him, stepping away though she wanted nothing more than to stay in his arms. A deep breath. "We can't do this..."

"Right. ...Right. I'm sorry," He sounded nearly as breathless as she, though she didn't know whether to be surprised or pleased at this. "It's just, I..."

"I know," She interrupted him, smoothing her hair, still attempting to gather her thoughts. "It's fine... but... you should really go," She said softly. It wasn't what she wanted at that point at all, but it had to be done.

"Yeah. Lyn... good night." He ran a hand through his hair, slowly coming back down to earth. "...I'll see you in the morning..."

"Good night, Hector." She resisted the urge to stop him as he opened the door, peering carefully outside to ensure no one would see him leaving. He had been here quite a bit longer than he had originally intended... He disappeared outside, though not without a final look of the sort that made her feel weak. Damn that man!

The door closed behind him, and Lyn sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the place where he had just been standing. How on earth could she be expected to get any sleep after that?


Florina lay awake, staring at the stone ceiling above her. There was simply too much on her mind to allow for sleep. It was a shame that, as sleep was just about the only thing capable of removing her from her troubles lately -- she wondered briefly how long it would be before even her dreams betrayed her. She shivered beneath her blankets, tossing and turning a few more times in a futile effort. Sighing in defeat, she swung her legs over the side of the bed, sliding down until the cold stone floor chilled her bare feet. Stepping lightly, she briefly wondered what time it was, perhaps some time past midnight? It was stupid to think Lyn would be awake now, but... perhaps a talk with her was just the thing to ease her mind. Guessing all of the time, kept in the dark this way... it was harrying in a way that Florina felt she couldn't handle much longer.

She moved swiftly down the hallway, knowing Lyn's room was situated nearby. She wondered what she would say in the unlikely event that her friend happened to be awake, but could determine no appropriate response to her own inquiry. The appropriate door loomed before her, and after a brief debate, Florina opted to just open it -- after all, she didn't want to wake Lyn. The door opened easily; there was no reason to lock it in a place like this, of course.

"...Hector?" Florina froze, hand on the doorknob, too surprised to even slink away. Was she interrupting... "What are you doing?" Lyn's voice sounded, nearer now, and Florina's muscles regained their function only when it was too late -- her friend pulled open the door the remainder of the way, a shocked look dawning on her features when she realized who waited on the other side.

"I-I'm s-s-sorry!" Florina stammered, stumbling backward, away. "I-I didn't mean to i-interrupt, if you're expecting L-Lord Hector..." She was blushing now, she could think of only one reason she'd be expecting him at this hour. But that wasn't like Lyn... what was going on?

"No, no, not at all!" Lyn exclaimed, adopting an embarrassed expression. "I'm not expecting... Florina, what are you doing here? You should be sleeping!"

"S-so should you," Florina pointed out meekly, caught equally between the urges to run and stay.

"...Fair enough," Lyn relented, stepping out into the hall to put an arm around her flustered friend's shoulders. "Tell me, then, what's the matter?"

"I-I... I just couldn't sleep..." Florina explained, wondering how to approach this subject, especially considering what had just happened. "I..."

"Nightmares again?" Lyn inquired, almost business-like now. Florina had had issues much like this in the past, and she was more than experienced in dealing with them. "Here, come in, tell me all about it."

"N-not exactly..." Florina whispered, walking with Lyn into her room. Lyn sat at the edge of her bed, and Florina took the chair from the vanity, the two settling themselves in for a long talk.

"No? What is it, then?" Lyn spoke with genuine concern. She had always been there for her, willing to put up with her stupid things -- like unexpected visits past midnight, for example.

"I've been thinking lately, Lyn... I mean, I know we're heading back to the plains tomorrow..."

"Yes, that's right."

"...But are you planning on staying?" Florina quickly continued, "I mean, I know you said that we could go back, and it would be like old times, but lately I've been wondering..."

"Oh, Florina!" Lyn exclaimed, and Florina paused, surprised at this reaction. "You're right, I... I completely forgot about..."

"Lyn...?"

"...Please forgive me, Florina," She spoke apologetically, clearly remorseful over something. "I really haven't been fair to you, but things have been so hectic..."

"W-what is it?"

"All those things we talked about those months ago," Lyn sighed. "I... I don't know if..."

"...Then you're not planning on staying?" Florina pressed her, her hopes plummeting despite herself.

"Florina, I'm so sorry. I should have told you earlier, but... you'll never believe this," Lyn smiled at her, and Florina hoped her disappointment didn't appear plainly on her face.

The tale Lyn told her... it confirmed her fears, but she was surprised at how well she took it. She even managed to smile at the appropriate times, expressing words of congratulations. She had, after all, been expecting to hear this -- truthfully, hearing Lyn explain things this way, so obviously bursting with happiness... it was infectious in a way. Florina wanted nothing but happiness for her friends, especially one as dear to her as Lyn was...

"So, you see, I'll be coming back here once we've taken care of things..." Lyn wrapped up her tale, though she had lost some of her exuberance and was clearly returning to being apologetic. "I'm so sorry for not telling you sooner, Florina, but I wasn't sure until today myself... I hope you'll forgive me..."

"Of course I will, Lyn!" Florina mustered up another smile, positively beaming at her friend. "That's a wonderful story... I'm... I'm so happy for you! R-really!"

"You're not angry?"

"No, not at all! I... I understand, really. It's best if you come back here, I'm sure..." Florina assured her, standing up to go. She had really heard all she needed here.

"I really don't know what to think," Lyn said softly, her eyes taking on that misty look that Florina was quickly learning indicated she was thinking of him again.

"Just be happy," Florina suggested, and Lyn stood up as well.

"I am..." She smiled warmly. "But, Florina... you were so worried about that? Are you sure that's all?" Concern, again. Lyn meant so well...

"Y-yes... umm... yes. That's all," Florina nodded vigorously. "I'm glad I know what's going on, now..."

"Will you be able to get to sleep now?" Lyn raised an eyebrow, somewhat suspicious.

"I'll be fine, don't worry about it. How could I not be, knowing that you're so happy?" Florina smiled, heading for the door. "Good night, Lyn..."

"Sleep well, Florina."

So that was it, then. Florina managed to hold back her tears until she reached her room -- she could probably fool everyone else with them; tears of happiness, perhaps -- but she certainly couldn't fool herself. No matter how hard she tried.


Morning broke all too soon, and as he often did, Matthew pulled himself awake with the rising sun. Few people actually woke this early; perhaps a few guards stuck with early morning duties, maybe a few menial workers confined to tasks such as cooking and cleaning. Of course, they were all confined to the kitchens this early, so he never had to deal with them. The castle was rather nice this early, freed from the chatter and chaos that enveloped it in the later hours of the day.

If there was a time of the day Matthew enjoyed more than this, he couldn't think of it. He stalked silently through the halls, having learned long ago how to move without sound, even in the midst of such perfect silence. The sun was fully visible now, looming fully over the horizon to the east. He recalled so long ago, how there would always be one person in particular awake at this hour to share the sunrise with...

A familiar noise at his back caught his attention, and though it was a bit surprising at this hour, Matthew had not even to turn his head to know who it was. Did the man ever take off that armor?

"Oswin... fancy meeting you here."

"Can it, Matthew. Everyone knows you're up here every morning you can make it," Oswin replied gruffly, clanking in a way that made Matthew wince. He was used to it by now, but did the man have to ruin the morning this way?

"And everyone knows you're usually in the squires' chambers, rousing them from sleep with threats and curses," Matthew shot back, folding his arms over his chest. "Giving them a break today, then?"

"If you insist on seeing it that way," Oswin shrugged, in no mood for petty squabbles. Matthew would win a verbal match between them any day regardless.

"I hope this visit isn't about my abandoning you to take care of Hector on your own," Matthew grinned, adopting a teasing tone. "Or don't you think you can handle it?"

"I've had my hands full simply ensuring he doesn't try to sneak off again," Oswin muttered, clearly perturbed by the thought.

"You don't really think he would?" Matthew pondered this question, shaking his head confidently after a moment. "No, I'm sure of it. His intentions were plain as day last time, and I haven't detected a thing from him lately. I don't think he'd suddenly learn to fool my intuition..."

"Even so, the man's known to be unpredictable."

"Fair enough," Matthew conceded. "I wouldn't worry so much about it, though."

"And you? What do you think of this mission you're about to depart on?"

"Interesting enough. There are dozens of rogue clans in Sacae, you know," Matthew mused, directing his gaze to the east, where the sun still rose... where they would be headed before long. "It should be a worthy test of my skills to find the right ones."

"I'm sure you can handle it. Ostia's best spy, and all that."

"I wouldn't expect to hear such praise from you, Oswin," Matthew raised a brow, eyeing him critically. "You feeling all right?"

"...Fine. What about Lady Lyndis, though?"

"She'll be back," Matthew replied immediately. "Of this, I'm certain."

"You sound confident enough, I suppose."

"There's no doubt about it, I assure you. Those two... I can't say I'm not interested in where a pair like Lord Hector and Lady Lyndis will lead us."

"Agreed," Oswin muttered, though despite his gruff attitude he actually found he didn't mind the match too much.

"I suppose we should head back down soon," Matthew sighed, after several moments. "People should be dragging themselves up soon now."

"You'll probably have to go wake Serra yourself," Oswin pointed out, and Matthew grimaced in response.

"Why do you have to bring her up...? Though you're probably right... maybe we should just leave her here..."

"No, I really must insist you take her along."

"Will you volunteer to do the waking, then?" Matthew teased, and Oswin rolled his eyes in a most uncharacteristic maneuver.

"I shudder to think of what that woman would think if I so much as thought about stepping into her rooms -- while she's asleep, no less..."

Matthew laughed at that; he thought he knew exactly what she'd think. The woman was crazy, obsessing over Oswin the way she had been lately -- not that this particular obsession stopped her from flirting with plenty of other men. She was certainly the strangest cleric Matthew had ever known; weren't they supposed to be quite, demure, unassuming women? It was as though Serra had purposely taken every stereotype of the Elimine Cleric and modeled herself to its mirror opposite.

"In any case..." Oswin continued, clearing his throat. "We should get going. I just thought I would say... Lord Hector has entrusted a rather important task to you..."

"Yes, I know. Have I ever let our young master down in the past?" Matthew grinned, knowing very well that the answer was that he had, in fact, always carried out his tasks successfully.

"...Hm. As long as you're so confident, I suppose I'll stop worrying."

"Oswin, you don't have to lie to me. You'll never stop worrying about things. Part of the reason you look so old, you know."

"Hmph. We can't all retain our youth as well as you have, you know!" Oswin yelled after him, as he disappeared into the castle, snickering like a child. It was hard to believe the man was only slightly younger than he was, the way he acted at times. Oswin muttered a few choice words under his breath, following after the cocky spy, albeit at a much slower pace. The man was lucky he was encased in so much armor... yes indeed...

Matthew slipped through the corridors, which were growing a bit more populated as the morning went on, stopping briefly in the kitchens to pick up a quick meal. From the sound of things, Lord Hector and Lady Lyn were already awake, waiting for the group appointed the day before in the throne room, most likely. He was actually finding himself rather excited for the journey ahead despite himself; returning to daily life after all that with Nergal had actually been a bit disappointing.

A few more turns, and there was the grand throne room... Matthew thought on the battles that had been fought in this very chamber not so long ago. Their reputation as the most secure keep in Lycia had been established for a reason -- never before then had their walls been infiltrated. Just as he had heard, Lady Lyndis and Lord Hector had already arrived; they stood nearby each other at the head of the room, conversing in hushed tones. Kent and Sain had already arrived, along with the Pegasus sisters -- was that Florina, sleeping on her feet? Matthew grinned, approaching them with a good natured wave.

"Good morning to you, comrades!" He piped cheerfully, joining their group. "Seems like an excellent day to begin a journey to me, what do you think?"

"As good as any," one of the Pegasus sisters snorted -- was that Fiora? No, Farina. Fiora had the lighter hair. She must not have been a morning person... what a shame.

"'Morning, Matthew," Sain greeted him, returning his smile... but then, they were both always smiling, right? "Any journey is bound to be a fine one with so many beautiful women to keep you company, I say!"

Well, that was typical.

"Sain," Kent groaned, shaking his head. "That was terrible."

"But so true..."

"Is that everyone?" Fiora ignored the two, casting a curious gaze at the company gathered. "There was one more, wasn't there?"

"Serra," Matthew muttered, sighing unhappily. "She's probably still lazing about..."

"Sleeping?"

"She's a late sleeper. To say the least. You'd think a cleric would have to wake up early to say her morning prayers or something..."

"She's always been rather unconventional," Sain put in, sighing wistfully. "It's part of her charm..."

"I hope you're kidding," Matthew replied, and Sain winked in a most alarming fashion. Sure, the man was a renowned skirt chaser, but... Serra? Well, it was none of his business.

"I could go wake her up," Sain volunteered, donning his most innocent looking face.

"Absolutely not," Fiora and Kent spoke at the same time, in just about the same tone. Matthew grinned -- the two were clearly made for each other.

"I'll go," Fiora announced in a no-nonsense tone; not that she said much in any other way. "Where is this girl's room?"

"Well, that's no fun," Sain pouted, and Matthew busied himself with providing Fiora with directions. Just as she started toward the door, however, it banged open in front of her with a clatter, startling everyone -- Matthew noticed Florina jump awake, looking around in a rather comedically bewildered manner.

"I'm here!" Serra exclaimed, causing just about everyone but Sain to cringe at the volume of her voice. Honestly, but did the woman know no social etiquette? "Sorry I'm late!"

"No, really... the later the better..." Matthew muttered, and Serra shot him a positively venomous glare.

"You be quiet, Matthew."

With everyone gathered, a few final preparations were made -- equipment, funds, things like that had to be checked and double checked. In all, it took several more hours before they were content and positioned to leave, gathered at the castle gates. Farewells were brief; after all, they'd only be gone for a few weeks. They had endured longer absences than that.

They departed, the Ostian countryside passing around them. The plains were a good distance away, but Matthew was confident they'd make good time.


"Florina!"

Startled, Florina snapped her eyes open, nearly falling off her Pegasus as she scrambled for the reins. It was a good thing Huey was so well trained -- most Pegasi wouldn't have stayed in formation if their rider fell asleep!

"Y-yes? What is it, Fiora?"

"Were you sleeping just now? Didn't you get any sleep last night?" Fiora looked over at her from her position on her own Pegasus, looking wholly disapproving. "You know how dangerous it is to fall asleep mid-flight! You could fall, or..."

"No, I'm f-fine. I mean, um, yes. I did get some sleep last night, but... r-really, I'm all right!"

"You could ride with me if you're that tired, it'd be no problem. Huey will follow us, I'm sure we wouldn't have any issues with that."

"It's all right, really," Florina assured her, shifting uncomfortably in the saddle. "I'm awake now, see?"

"...Fine, but don't think I won't be keeping an eye on you," Fiora warned, winging away, back to taking the lead in their formation. Florina sighed, closing her heavy eyelids once again. Surely it wouldn't hurt to just close them for a little while... besides, it's not as though Fiora wasn't always watching her anyway. She doubted she could do anything without someone knowing -- Fiora, Farina, or even Lyn...

It was infuriating, at times, but what could she do about it?

The landscape passed beneath her, and she barely noticed it. She had seen it all before; though she certainly never grew tired of flying. Her days passed this way, flying in blissful solitude with only her own thoughts and an occasional word for her sisters to distract her from the euphoria she felt in the sky. At least she always had this to take pleasure in... the wind through her hair, the welcome sound of her Pegasus's beating wings... the sense of freedom was truly amazing. It was as though up here, she could forget everything that was bothering her... disregard the issues she had invited into her life. Not even she could find a way to be upset when she was flying.

Her nights were not quite so care free, unfortunately. Each night she gathered to camp with her comrades, forcing herself to smile happily at Lyn when she started on about Hector again -- always in private with her, though, and Florina couldn't help but wonder if she was privy to some sort of secret. Mindful of this, she was careful not to mention it to anyone; the last thing she needed was Farina finding out anyway. What a disaster that would be.

Fiora continually prodded her, albeit discreetly enough, when she could catch her alone -- it was quite a challenge for Florina to repeatedly sidestep her inquiries, and she cursed Serra in her mind each time for letting her sister in on her feelings. Farina, at least, was smart enough to keep her opinions to herself, at least for the time being. Florina had a feeling she'd be hearing more from her as soon as Lyn's intentions to return to Ostia were confirmed for her. It wasn't something she was looking forward to, to say the least.

As for the other members of their party... Florina didn't dare approach Serra again, but she did eye her rather enviously from time to time. The way the woman worked her way through the camp, dividing her attentions between Sain and Matthew -- the latter of which naturally didn't seem to happy about it -- Florina wished for such shrewd skill.

It was in this way that their journey progressed, and despite the troubles plaguing her, Florina found herself enjoying their travels. It really was like old times, albeit with her sisters along with them this time. Sain's antics were amusing to behold, especially with Serra, and his bantering with Kent was also enough to elicit a smile when she overheard it. Matthew was an endless source of wit, his mannerisms and sharp verbal ability contributing to the light-hearted air in the camp, despite the grim nature of their mission ahead. Lyn was, well, the same person she had known for so long, and her happiness was infectious, as distressing as the source of it happened to be.

They had few difficulties crossing the borders of the various Lycian provinces, progressing steadily eastward each day. As the plains drew nearer, there was perhaps a bit more somberness prevalent in the camp, particularly in Lyn, who had undoubtedly turned her full attentions to their impending task by now. Florina felt a familiar trepidation as they approached the final stretch of the road to Sacae, the border just ahead and the city of Bulgar not too far after. She was always nervous before a battle, though her experiences in the conflict with Nergal had at least reinforced her confidence in her ability.

Granted, even if they had just about reached the plains, there was no telling how long it would be before their quarry was located; it would be primarily up to Lyn and Matthew to decide that. Lyn knew her way around these areas better than anyone else here, and Matthew was certainly very skilled in gathering information. Florina figured it wouldn't be terribly long before their next destination was revealed to them.

She looked ahead at their destination; even here, not quite at the border, but close enough, the land resembled that of the plains. It certainly brought back memories... so much of her training had been here with Lyn... some of her fondest memories had been created in the plains of Sacae. Night fell before long, and after taking care of the needs of her Pegasus, she wandered into the firelight that marked the center of their camp.

"It would seem that we've nearly reached our destination," Fiora was speaking with Kent, the two standing nearby each other, enveloped in a flickering shadow.

"I've only been here a few times," Kent admitted, "But from what I've seen it's actually a pleasant place... I'm not sure if I'd want to live here, mind you. It's certainly better than most Lycians give it credit for."

"Any place free from the stifling constraints of politics and social mannerisms is fine by me," Fiora muttered, her mercenary upbringing and Illian roots fueling her disdain for such things.

"I suppose, but Sacae has its own social etiquette, make no mistake. It might be even more involved than Etruria's, truthfully. It's always a good idea to speak carefully around here -- it's easy to offend people inadvertently."

"Even so, at least the nomads aren't presumptuous, strutting nobles..."

"Fiora..."

"I apologize. I've had my say."

Florina moved on, leaving them to their discussion. Kent was right, of course. The nomads were a proud people, with their own customs most other countries probably found incomprehensible. She herself knew a bit of it from her time with Lyn; she had been well acquainted with the Lorca tribe, actually. They seemed like nice people, though the men of Sacae were in a way more frightening than most. Always so silent, with faces that seemed to indicate perpetual disdain...

"So you see, Matthew, it's going to be completely up to you to watch out for me in the battle ahead, right? I mean, Lord Hector would probably have you executed or something if something should happen to me!"

"You cannot be serious," Matthew replied, and Florina found herself smiling at their exchanges. She paused, feeling a bit guilty about listening in, but it wasn't as though they were speaking in secretive tones or anything, after all.

"Oh, but I am! That's probably the only reason Lord Hector sent you along with me, I think. I mean, what else would you be good for?"

"I really, really don't understand how you come to some of these conclusions..."

"Because really, all it ever seems like you're doing in Ostia is gossiping with Oswin or lounging about..."

"I do not gossip with Oswin! We have very important issues to discuss. And at least I'm not throwing myself at him like some foolish twit with her head in the clouds!"

"Oh, how rude!" Serra gasped, glaring at him. "I'll have you know that Sir Oswin absolutely adores my attentions, and just because you're jealous of our happiness doesn't give you allowance to say such mean, mean things, Matthew!"

"You... are bloody... insane," Matthew said flatly, shuddering at the very thought.

"Insanely beautiful, I know," Serra smiled sweetly, winking in response to his incredulous expression. "Maybe if you tried a little harder, Matthew..."

"Why do you have to bother me like this all the time?" he complained. "And get it through your head, if you were the last woman on earth, I wouldn't be the slightest bit interested--"

"After all, you're not half bad looking," Serra ignored him, running a critical eye over him. "Your hair's a little messy, and there's the matter of you being a thief ... and sometimes you're kind of stubborn, but..."

"Serra..." Matthew groaned, shaking his head. "I swear, what did I do to deserve this?" He stood, walking briskly away in an attempt to escape the pink haired wonder, but of course she simply followed him, running her mouth the entire time.

Florina giggled as they passed by her; they were, of course, too caught up in their own arguments to notice her. She was accustomed to that, though, and to be honest she preferred it that way. Sain sauntered into the firelight after a few minutes, and Florina felt a familiar sense of dismay when he caught sight of her, and headed her way.

"Oh, Florina!" He exclaimed, approaching her with a harried expression. "Say, you haven't seen Serra around, have you?"

"Serra...? She was just... she and Matthew," She stammered, pointing in the direction the two had wandered off in.

"Matthew, eh?" Sain looked a bit concerned for a moment, then shrugged it off almost immediately. "Nah, no big deal. Look, I just found this perfectly lovely wildflower on the outskirts of the camp..."

"Oh?" Florina examined the flower he presented to her triumphantly, and laughed when she realized what it was.

"What is it? It's a pretty one, isn't it? I was thinking of giving to Serra, it really reminds me of her..."

"Sain, that's a weed." Florina laughed even harder at his crestfallen expression in response to this.

"You're kidding! I've certainly never seen such a lovely weed."

"I don't think Serra would appreciate it if you said she reminded you of a pretty weed..."

"Well, what a shame..." Sain tossed the plant over his shoulder, sighing. "It's too dark to go looking for another, too."

Florina expressed her condolences, and Sain moved on, still looking somewhat disappointed. She wasn't quite certain if she thought Serra was lucky or not; after all, this was Sain. He chased after everyone... even her, sometimes, before Lyn had put a stop to it. He could be cute at times, though, she was willing to admit.

As for Lyn herself... Florina located her on the far side of camp, nearest to the border that loomed so near ahead of them. She seemed lost in thought, and Florina could hardly blame her... it had been so long since they had been so near the plains. She was probably quite anxious to be off again. Not wanting to intrude on her private thoughts, Florina turned to head back.

"Florina... I can see you over there," Lyn's voice interrupted her retreat, and Florina paused.

"Sorry to, um... intrude..."

"Don't be silly," Lyn turned to smile at her. "You know you're always welcome, Florina."

"Well, uh, thanks..." Florina smiled back, moving to sit next to her friend.

"We might be able to reach Bulgar tomorrow if we hustle," Lyn spoke in an almost dreamy tone, which was needless to say not one she took often. "I wonder how everything is," She continued in that same way, staring ahead absently. "It's been so long since I've been home, I can hardly believe it."

"I know..." Florina agreed, speaking softly.

"It's even more beautiful than I remember it... the sights, the scent of those grasses..." Lyn took a deep breath, closing her eyes.

"We all know how much you love the plains, Lyn..."

"I do." Lyn agreed, opening her eyes again. "I suppose one always holds the land of their birth dear..."

"It's more than that," Florina insisted. "You know it is."

"Yes, of course. But..." Lyn shrugged, dismissing whatever issue they had been approaching. "I'd like to get an early start tomorrow," She spoke crisply, standing up. Florina followed suit, wondering what was on her mind... no. She knew what was on her mind, but she did wonder how she would come to terms with it.

Now that she was going to have another taste of the plains she loved so dearly... would she really find it in herself to pull herself away a second time? Knowing she might not be able to return? Lyn headed back toward camp, motioning for Florina to follow, which she did. Maybe it wasn't fair for her to hope she wouldn't... but... she couldn't change those feelings.


The city of Bulgar itself wasn't much compared to Ostia, or some of the larger Lycian cities, but it was the largest establishment of its kind in the plains. Though the tribesmen of Sacae usually lived out on the plains, far away from cities of this sort, it was rather convenient to have a place like this near the border. Primarily, most foreigners who got it into their foolish heads to visit the plains never made it past this city, thinking the experience to be had stretched no further than its walls. Of course, they couldn't have been more wrong -- the true soul of Sacae lay further east, away from consolidation, from sedentary life.

Rath, of course, wouldn't have expected them to understand that. As it was, he had grown used to the atmosphere of city life; his time in Araphen and journeying with Lyn had somewhat dulled his distaste for it. One could get used to anything, given enough time...

Despite that, though, he was more than happy to have finally returned to his tribe. He had been more than a little worried that his return would be unwelcome... he had, after all, never been told when it would be proper for him to come back. He was fairly certain that he had fulfilled the purpose foretold for him so long ago -- it certainly made sense to him that halting Nergal's plans to bring dragons back to Elibe coincided with the cryptic instructions he had been given as a child to "stop the burning."

To his surprise, he had been welcomed back, especially after his tales of his travels with Lyn. His father, Dayan the Silver Wolf, who he barely remembered from his childhood, had looked upon him with pride in his eyes... Rath wondered if he would ever feel so proud again. To bring honor to one's tribe... it was the goal of every Sacean Nomad, though few ever realized it with such success.

Certainly, he was not the type to allow such success to get to his head, and he had fallen into life among the Kutolah Tribe as easily as though he'd been there forever. He was happy here, with little concerns apart from the well being of the tribe he was next in line to lead, one day. Of course, there was one small matter...

Rath frowned as he recalled the private conversation he had shared with his father, away from the eyes of their fellow tribesmen. It appeared Dayan was a perceptive man, indeed... he had expressed some confusion over why he had not returned with this mysterious Lyn woman, the daughter of the long since deceased Lorca Chieftain. Rath understood he had certain obligations to consider as the next Kutolah chieftain, but it was not something he appreciated being reminded of so often. Though his father might have been getting on in years, something about him implied he'd be around for many years to come.

Concerning Lyn... Rath cast his eyes westward, wondering where she was at this moment. News traveled slowly in Sacae, and he had only heard the news of Marquess Caelin's death quite recently, upon his arrival here in Bulgar... and then only because he had inquired about it himself. Would she be returning here? Rath was certain that if she did, she would stop in Bulgar, but...

"Rath! Hey, Rath, why the long face? The others are already out for the night..."

Rath made a face. It wasn't that he particularly disliked Guy... but for a man of the Kutolah, he certainly was strange. So talkative, always wearing his emotions on his sleeve... hopeless with the bow and almost comically terrible at riding... his swordplay was masterful, though. He'd give him that.

"...And you?" He interrupted him, though like usual he hardly noticed the disapproving tone.

"Well, me, I'm going to head off pretty soon here myself. Long journey today, eh Rath?"

"Perhaps we'd move faster if you were not continually falling from the saddle," Rath pointed out, and he frowned in response.

"Hey! I told you, I'm trying! I don't know what it is about them. I don't think the Kutolah horses like me much, to be honest..."

Rath made no reply, though he thought a thing or two -- it was the true mark of a novice to fault the horse for the mistakes of the rider. Guy still had a long way to go... had he not learned these basic lessons as a child? It was hard to believe that he had grown up among the Kutolah, and yet still had turned out so odd.

Still, he was the closest friend, of sorts, he had among the tribe; though he was annoying more often than not, Rath found himself intrigued by his mannerisms. The other tribesmen seemed accustomed to his oddities, and as it was rather dishonorable to speak on men behind their backs, Rath never heard any of their opinions on his behavior. He had been surprised to hear that Guy would be returning with him, actually, if only for a temporary period. He still planned to leave again, to continue honing his ability with the sword...

Rath wished him well in his endeavors. Personally, he'd be content if he never had to leave the plains again.

"So you see," Guy was saying, and Rath tuned in, not particularly disappointed that he seemed to have missed part of this new speech. "I tried doing as you said, with my knees, but every time I loosen the reins it's like the horse just bolts off! And I don't know how I'm supposed to stay on that thing, when it's moving around like that, really... let alone use a bow, or a sword like you and the others can. That's really something."

"Guy."

"Yeah?"

"...You're a strange one." Rath shook his head, almost smiling at the bewildered expression this elicited.

"You're always saying that," Guy complained, crossing his arms. "I don't see what's so strange about me, myself. You're the one who's always brooding like that..."

"I don't brood," Rath said in surprise. "Is that what you think?"

"Well, uh... yeah. That's what it seems like to me..."

"Odd..." Rath shrugged. He wasn't all too concerned with what Guy thought of him, but it was interesting to hear that. Why did silence seem to bother so many people? There was a certain appeal to it, but it was as though people were so accustomed to worthless chatter, anything else was wrong. A strange way of thinking. Silence had merits of its own...

After all, it was possible to pick up on so much more when you weren't busy listening to the sound of your own voice. This skill had served him well in the past, and though he couldn't have known it quite yet, it would certainly have an effect on his immediate future.