The winds howling through the cold mountains of Fhaergus, the coldest of the seven countries in the kingdom of Adrestia, never bothered the young heir, but as soon as the summer arrived and he was meant to be in one of the warmer parts of the kingdom, he wished himself back home, where the snow on the high mountain peeks never melts. At least - he thought - he met his friends, after the winter that cuts off Fhaergus from the rest of Adrestia every year. All of these friends were practically forced upon him, he liked them nevertheless, but as the only heir of Fhaergus he was meant to befriend many others of royal blood, be it heirs of the other six countries or some lesser nobility they descended from. 'Connections to our neighbors are important', he heard the preaching words of his father which accompanied him most of the time, in his head, while riding east, deep into the kingdom of Lavern. His father, not physically with him though still being in control of Caelans actions, was about to arrive a few days later, because he and Caelans mother preferred to take a carriage, rather than riding themselves. Though the young blond man should have accompanied them, to make a good impression when arriving in their new luxurious gold coated vehicle, he refused and rode of at the point the discussion became too tiring for him. His father was certainly going to preach about good manners when they'd be back home, but until then it was important to uphold a specific image. The image of a good family, an agreeing leading couple and their wonderful son. Calean would have weeks to prepare for his fathers outburst at home and until then, he planned to just have lots of fun in Lavern. To make it count he didn't plan on upholding any rules, his father was mad already, so what was the worst that could happen?
The warm weather of Lavern soon caught up to him, leaving him sweating and his horse felt too warm to sit on. It was a dark brown horse accustomed to the harsh weather in Fhaergus and therefor sharing Caelans suffering with this outlandish weather. That was why Caelan decided to make a halt at a lake he remembered being near here. He didn't exactly think it through when he left Fhaergus behind him without his luggage, which was carried by the carriage his parents wanted to force him into. Although he didn't care much about etiquette and rules he still didn't want to arrive at the outskirts of Laverns capital drenching in his own sweat, that would have ruined his reputation by certain guests he mostly entertained himself with. His decision therefor was to let his horse take a rest by said lake, maybe taking a dip and continuing on in the evening and through the night when the sun was down and the heat wasn't as bad as now. On the next fork he rode right instead of left and about an hour later, riding through the grasslands with the sun in his face, he arrived at his chosen destination. His shirt already left his body and was hanging off the horse. He jumped off the back of the animal, leashed it on a tree near the water and got rid of his shoes. He dipped his feet in the cold water, which still needed to warm up after the winter, just as he liked it. Maybe after taking a swim he could even try to catch a fish here, he didn't bring anything so he needed to get creative, but he always found something edible somewhere. The only thing he brought was his sword, which rarely left his side, even if he didn't need it. Maybe he'd meet some bandits on the way, but he didn't think so, Lavern was always one of the safest countries, having a lot of patrols and strict punishment. Either way, he felt pretty confident, got rid of his pants too shortly after and dove into the cold water to swim a little, while he watched his horse drink and graze by the shore.
He didn't leave the water for some time, at least until the sun started to set and the heat of the afternoon was gone. He shook the water out of his hair, put on his pants, but left the shoes and his shirt by his horse while he was going to gather some wood for a fire and maybe a self-made fishing rod. If worse came to worse he still could have managed a little spear to catch some fish, but he was going to surprise himself there. He never was much of a planner and until now he always came through like this, made it out alive. Additionally a planned trip was way too boring for someone like him, he just loved running around, figuring things out while doing them and generally working or training. All contributing to the predicament of his father who wanted to see him sit at his desk for a change and trying to figure out what he was meant to do, when his father died someday. Working, sweating and running around also were things the heir of Fhaergus shouldn't do, apparently, but Caelan went crazy when he just sat around, at least nervously tapping his foot all the time. At this point Caelans father was starting to give up on his son - Caelan thought - and still no one really knew about all his struggles, congratulated Allard for this strong and charming son of his, while he kept up his smiling and fake proud face. Well, Caelan didn't think too much about it usually, he was himself and he knew he couldn't or didn't want to change. While he was thinking and walking around pretty aimlessly he thought he heard a noise, was there someone else? Maybe that solved his food problem!
@Akira
sinbound. [Akira & Earinor] [ENG]
The warm weather of Lavern soon caught up to him, leaving him sweating and his horse felt too warm to sit on. It was a dark brown horse accustomed to the harsh weather in Fhaergus and therefor sharing Caelans suffering with this outlandish weather. That was why Caelan decided to make a halt at a lake he remembered being near here. He didn't exactly think it through when he left Fhaergus behind him without his luggage, which was carried by the carriage his parents wanted to force him into. Although he didn't care much about etiquette and rules he still didn't want to arrive at the outskirts of Laverns capital drenching in his own sweat, that would have ruined his reputation by certain guests he mostly entertained himself with. His decision therefor was to let his horse take a rest by said lake, maybe taking a dip and continuing on in the evening and through the night when the sun was down and the heat wasn't as bad as now. On the next fork he rode right instead of left and about an hour later, riding through the grasslands with the sun in his face, he arrived at his chosen destination. His shirt already left his body and was hanging off the horse. He jumped off the back of the animal, leashed it on a tree near the water and got rid of his shoes. He dipped his feet in the cold water, which still needed to warm up after the winter, just as he liked it. Maybe after taking a swim he could even try to catch a fish here, he didn't bring anything so he needed to get creative, but he always found something edible somewhere. The only thing he brought was his sword, which rarely left his side, even if he didn't need it. Maybe he'd meet some bandits on the way, but he didn't think so, Lavern was always one of the safest countries, having a lot of patrols and strict punishment. Either way, he felt pretty confident, got rid of his pants too shortly after and dove into the cold water to swim a little, while he watched his horse drink and graze by the shore.
He didn't leave the water for some time, at least until the sun started to set and the heat of the afternoon was gone. He shook the water out of his hair, put on his pants, but left the shoes and his shirt by his horse while he was going to gather some wood for a fire and maybe a self-made fishing rod. If worse came to worse he still could have managed a little spear to catch some fish, but he was going to surprise himself there. He never was much of a planner and until now he always came through like this, made it out alive. Additionally a planned trip was way too boring for someone like him, he just loved running around, figuring things out while doing them and generally working or training. All contributing to the predicament of his father who wanted to see him sit at his desk for a change and trying to figure out what he was meant to do, when his father died someday. Working, sweating and running around also were things the heir of Fhaergus shouldn't do, apparently, but Caelan went crazy when he just sat around, at least nervously tapping his foot all the time. At this point Caelans father was starting to give up on his son - Caelan thought - and still no one really knew about all his struggles, congratulated Allard for this strong and charming son of his, while he kept up his smiling and fake proud face. Well, Caelan didn't think too much about it usually, he was himself and he knew he couldn't or didn't want to change. While he was thinking and walking around pretty aimlessly he thought he heard a noise, was there someone else? Maybe that solved his food problem!
@Akira
sinbound. [Akira & Earinor] [ENG]