IC: The Continet of Habrin

[poohlive]

Weldon spent most of the day in the fields, just getting over his own anger. He felt it better to destroy something when he turned this form of unhealthy passion. It seemed to settle him, relax his nerves. He had become imbued with a calming effect.

This happened whenever he fought. It always helped him calm down, reserve himself... put all of his actions out on the field. God, it was so simple, simple and beautiful. He did not understand politics, or government. All of it was subtle, under the surface, and complicated. A fight was simple. A fight he understood.

Weldon loved and respected his father. He did not understand all that his father did, but he loved and respected him anyway. That's what you have to do as a son, that is what you are expected to do as a prince. He knew his place, whether he liked it or not was no manner. He knew his place.

But... even that became complicated. His father wanting to let strangers in his land disarm for no reason. It was stupid, it was pointless... and Weldon didn't understand it at all, but it was his father's wish. IF it was his father's wish, then it's supposed to happen, no matter how much shit occurs with it.

Doesn't matter too much. That arrogant prick rubbed Weldon the wrong way anyway. Too much information, too much assumptions. It felt like talking to his grandmother.

He shook his head, taking off his leather armor, rolling it up, and heading in for the day. Night wouldn't be too far off, and with all of these foreign leaders in the land, there would be a huge feast.

As the prince, he couldn't miss that.

 

[Daisymell]

"A month will be fine," she said as she was pulled down the road. She looked back to the castle wondering when the best time would be to get the attention of the dignitaries in town for the dinner tonight.

"I think I have an idea. There is something my godmother left me and I will need you to be my bodyguard. We will go back tonight and I will go back as a Queen, not in these clothes. We have little time though for the dinner will be upon us sooner than you think. I can not leave without the Prince on this quest. I just know it. For I don't think the powers of Eb will just let us knock on the door to the Negaia. I think it is time for people to take the Negaia seriously and realize their part in the conflict."

She looked to Jakar with a determined air.

 

[Cizek]

Jakar

Jakar felt a pang of unease when she mentioned the banquet. He was not sure that he should go, and he knew that another argument with the Prince would not help the diplomats see the urgency of their mission.
"Of course I will go with you. But since we are in a hurry..." Jakar let out a soft whistle and Gwen the griffon trotted up next to him. "Niya, meet Gwen, my faithful friend. She can get us anywhere you want to go and a lot faster than any horse." he then waved his hand in a quick movement and the Griffon went to its knees. "Just be careful not to pull out any of her feathers." Jakar warned. He noticed a slight uncertainty in her eyes, so he led her closer. "Trust me, this is perfectly safe. In fact, I would say it is safer than walking." That seemed to set her a little more at ease and she put her leg over the strong creature. Gwen steped back up to her feet and Jakar nimbly hopped onto her back, right behind Niya. "Trust me," he whispered in her ear and reached his arms around her, giving Gwen a pat on the neck. The griffon began walking, then sped up to a trot, then broke into a full run as she extended her wings. Jakar felt Niya shake slightly and he pulled his left arm from Gwen's neck down to Niya's stomach and pushed her back slightly, so that her lean body was pressed against his larger chest. "Trust me," he whispered again and held her tightly to his body, kicking Gwen softly and the griffon's wings extended, and with a few beats soared into the air, taking them higher. Jakar could feel Niya's heart racing as it pulsed inside her chest and against his. He had always felt at home in the air, gliding on the powerful Gwen's body, but somehow it now felt right. Like everything was just fine.
Neither of them spoke for a few minutes as they raced through the cool, damp spring air and when they spotted the town ahead Jakar reached up and patted Gwen on the neck again and Gwen began to decend. When they hit the ground softly and then slowly pulled up to a stop in a large field outside of town, Jakar leapt off of Gwen's muscled back and extended his hand with a smiling face to help Niya off of the Griffon's back.
"So, that wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked, his smile growing.

 

[Cizek]

Anyone considering posting??

 

[Daisymell]

OOC: Due to the holiday and certain instances that have come up I am withdrawing from Literotica permanently. I feel with my current relationship going as it is that I feel an amount of guilt writing on these forums anymore. Sorry about the change and I hope you all have a safe and happy holidays.