Amir followed Mordred as the boy led them out of The Keep. It gave the blonde boy great pleasure to watch knights struggle with the basic task of moving furniture. Though he doubted that he himself would be able to carry one of the heavy looking pieces of furniture, the fact that the knights could not come together to get the task done was satisfying. He was even more pleased when Mordred voiced his own opinion about the scene, it was so relieving that Trytheus hadn’t been able convince all his subjects that justice was the only action you should ever take.
“They’re heads are shoved so far up their asses they can’t see where they’re going. That’s why it’s always so hard.” Amir eagerly followed Mordred into the courtyard, the boy preferred spacious and open areas to the close confines of The Keep. He allowed his head to tip back as they moved and he took in the clear expanse of sky. It was the same sky as in Gnaji yet it was different. The air of Amstra had been clear for most of their journey, but in the city it tasted different. He supposed such a large gathering of people would effect the environment more greatly, each house burning their own fires, the closeness of all the people, the waste being disposed of, all these things made the air feel dirty.
Amir watched as they approached the gate, it was heavy and large, and he was suddenly reminded that this courtyard was just a giant cage. The boy was eager to escape, bounding ahead of Mordred to squeeze through the gap in the gate that had opened up. He was greeted by the city they had paraded through earlier that day, but the atmosphere seemed completely different from before. It felt normal, nothing like the crowds that had appeared to greet Trytheus upon his return. It was also extremely active, everyone seemed as if they had somewhere to be and knew where and when to go. It was actually impressive to watch the large waves of citizens maneuver the streets without getting in the way of each other.
“And besides, I hardly think an oversized brown coat does much to accentuate your features.” Amir felt an eyebrow quirk in surprise, it seemed Mordred was full of surprises apparently. He felt his surprised features morph as a smirk and he clapped his hand on the boy’s shoulder letting out an amused laugh.
“I’ll have you know I look fucking great in oversized clothing, and my features look great in anything.” He grinning, but the idea of getting into clothing that would be better suited to the colder climate Amstra had was very appealing. With Hassan draped over his shoulders in the moment he was fine, but the bird wasn’t always going to be acting like a scarf for him. Plus the boy didn’t want to over exert his beast again, even if this climate wasn’t nearly as extreme as Wolfbane. “Though, getting clothes better suited to this environment doesn’t sound half bad. You seem like the type of person to be good at clothes shopping. Make me looking absolutely fucking ravishing, eh?”