Second Feather
The rain poured on hard. Much harder than expected.
The main supply base was in chaos, soldiers running haywire in a frenzy. Apparently upon the electricity going out, the first captain - Orphe Zavi, another one of Iasons older batch mates, was stuck in the elevator.
Quite a hilarious turnout, really. That man needed a dose of karma once in a while.
Iason hid a small smirk as a booming sound filled the fresh smelling cold air, mostly caused by the thunder. Small drops of rain were hitting his face and uniform as he stood by the open window. A small flicker of candlelight was the only companion in his office.
Yesterday's battle was evenly successful on both sides - though the amount of bloodshed and lost supplies were no meagre slap on the wrist. He would need to re-stock and recruit new soldiers soon enough. How troublesome.
Iason sighed and went back to his desk area. The velvet of his seat providing no significant comfort for his aching back.
It was astonishing - how little a reason could start a bloody war. Of course, most of the blame went to Niver for framing Vdia for murdering their crown prince in the first place. Lord knows that they themselves killed him so they had a reason to start this war. Anyone within their reach knew that they were planning to expand their country.
But Jupiter did nothing, no protestations, no confessions - nothing. It's as if the woman was waiting for this to start a war with Niver, as well. Mayhap, she just didn't want to take the initiative. But whatever she was planning on doing, the heavy work went to Iason. And Iason had no refutations.
To be the perfect child; one had to listen their parents after all.
As if on cue, the light came back. Filling the boring and posh space of Iason Minks office room with heavenly white light, followed by cheers and whistles. It seems the electricity came back.
Iason went back to his paperwork, taking the elegantly shaped fountain pen in his slender hands. He had no time to waste.