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She let her hands drop to her sides. "I am honestly happy you want to learn how to wield a sword."
She walked down the hall quickly, making sure the Prince could still keep pace with her. She glanced back once or twice, but didn't make it obvious.
''What? Who said that?'' Lun had his thoughts.
''Bodyguard Nevir, oh king,'' the guard answered and bowed his head.
''She's causing another uproar again?'' Lun muttered and shook his head.
The guard didn't know what to say, Zallia Nevir didn't caused so 'many' uproars that the king believed. Lun Aivr closed his book and stood up. He moved to the door and ordered the guards to open it.
''Come with me, I'm going to look for my son,'' the king said, leaving his room.
"We take hold of their villages between the border and Castle Graham. We can use everything there to supply our armies. The food, the people, and even the buildings can be stripped down. We'll force the criminals and bandits into our ranks to bolster them." He told his generals as he pointed at areas on a map in the command tent. "In the case that we fail and are pushed back, we need to make sure that nothing is usable to the enemy. Farmlands and villages razed, the people killed where they stand, even the animals must fall. Victory comes only to the determined and we, gentlemen, will not lose."
He couldn't help but grin at her enthusiastic dreams of flight, and stared up at the sky.
"Yes, it does. To be one with the wind and sky... its like... Hmmmmm... It is hard to put into words, but it is wonderful."
"Where have you been, Gali? You go wherever the wind takes you, correct? Have you traveled far?"
"Oh yes, the wind has taken me many places all over this planet, from the colored plains of Cleein to the frozen peaks of Dryot. Once I even spent several weeks on an ocean breeze, and was carried about like a fish in a tide." He chuckled at the memory and sighed happily.
She shook her head and adjusted her quiver of arrows. "So, are you skilled in swordplay?" she questioned, gesturing to his sword. "I apologize, I am simply rattling off questions now. It has been awhile since I talked to anyone but the Prince, the King, and the servants and guards."
Gali smiled and pulled down the black mask obscuring the bottom half of his face, it was starting to bug him at this point. "The only one I know of who speaks more than you is the Wind, though he doesn't usually ask so many questions... But yes, I am skilled enough with this blade to ensure my own safety." He drew his sword, the light ring of metal echoing unnaturally. It was a simple blade, but its metal held a slightly green tint to it. He flourished the weapon, slicing a falling leaf into equal halves and letting both halves fall on the blade's edge. He then let them fall to the ground as he sheathed the blade.
"It seems you are left at an impasse. How does one defend a prince while leaving his side? I believe I might hold a solution."
She raised an eyebrow at him as they turned onto the main road that led away from the castle. It was a very beautiful day. Everything seemed very peaceful.
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Killian always found it refreshing and tantalizing to explore an area for the very first time. To not know where this road led and to find the answer at the end of it, however far or near he had to ride or walk to get there. To meet the first humanoid he crossed paths with and hear them speak in their own dialect and make that first contact to communicate with them. His translator had never failed him on other worlds before this one. He'd find out if it failed him here. There was so much to discover on each new world. He looked forward to forging new acquaintances here. Oh he was vividly aware of the dangers lurking therein the unknown but Killian though cautious did not hide from unproven peril. Therefore he looked at the road north awhile then south and decided after a reflex to take the road south.
It was about midday as his muscular mount carried him at a pretty trot along the road. Killian had decided he'd travel until he either met a tavern, a pub or a good place to camp just shy of nightfall, whichever came first. He struck quite the figure along the road dressed all in black on his black horse whose mane and tail mirrored his own locks being so curly and long. Killian's raven ensemble was leather and cloth; leather boots and gloves, a leather and wool gambeson and vambraces, over wool breeches and a silk poet style shirt. The gambeson and vambraces were reinforced with studs made from a very resilient and shiny black metal from his home world. The last piece of clothing was a hooded great cloak. His was a mixture of styles from across worlds and ages that came together very handsomely. He could pass for a nobleman as easily as a highway man. Though Killian would postulate little difference between the two. Thieves appeared in all the classes. South he traveled at an unhurried pace though he occasionally gallopped Sid, the stallion's nickname, for exercise.
There were a few things worthy of noting about Killian right away. He loved his horse, his hair, the pair of wolves he left at home with his daughter Nuanui, and he loved his daughter. To love was a weakness he acknowledged but accepted the risk all the same. At peace here was a harmless, even a genial man. At war he was beyond fierce only you never saw it, only stone cold cunning. Today he was at peace. A charming and attractive friend you might make along the road. A pleasing fellow who might even lend a helping hand where needed.
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