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There were ample priests that probably had studied the ways of the waves or how light would bend if they were allowed to; many of them would be able to figure this out before him and there would be plenty of people that were going to figure this out after him as well. If anything, he was making a fool of himself at his current pace and he knew, no matter how daring and enticing all of this seemed to sound, he didn't have to be a hero - he waited for Azrael and his spoiled endeavor, which hardly …

This weather was, if anything, a bitter omen - it hadn't panned out the way they hoped it would, which was fine, and yet, it was hard to swallow such aspects and accept them as a fact. What were they going to do if this kept happening? No, that ... was too much. Ignatius needed to shut his own thoughts up, he wasn't prone to overthinking on any other occasion and right now, he didn't need it either. The reins in his hands gave him comfort and there was a horse, too. Njeri needed to get over ther…

They marched on and on without much discussion, but sometimes, he felt as if he had to say something - they had a little bit of banter between the two of them, which was definitely nice to see, but whatever else was he to expect from someone like Azrael? He seemed to be a man of but a few words, hardly interested in keeping up conversations that slowed him down, and yet, he was entertaining this priest that had a few more questions than necessary, at least from time to time. It was a nice gestur…

Living among everyone else seemed like a fairly easy task; one that he’d not known, though, Ignatius now wondered if he was just raised in ignorance so he wouldn’t crave the mundanity of what a normal human life would entail - or maybe the craziness of an adventure that he’d never known he needed. It was silly in the best ways and he enjoyed himself, too, as he wondered why Azrael was picking an almost impossible pace for him to feasibly keep up with. Trials and tribulations were a thing, no? “W…

"That's their right, I don't blame them, I'm just sad it is that way." Ignatius could be the change he wanted to see and perhaps, that was what he was made to do in the first place - there was no way he'd not been selected for this from a young age on and then he wouldn't serve any significant purpose. There had to be something, and all of it had to make sense as well. To him, at the very least. As Azrael quizzed him, he could only chuckle about it. "That, my dear hunter, is a very good question…

"Of course, it's pretty obvious." That was something even Ignatius was incapable of denying; no matter how the world turned out to be, he was nothing but a pawn in a grander scheme of many things, eternally caught up in something that he had little to no control over for the most part. Who was it that helped him with keeping his head up? His beliefs, one that weren't shaken by anything and yet, he was so bitter, they probably would eternally damage any king of view he had on the world as a whole…

“I just try to make it all look natural, but believe it or not, I sometimes don’t have a clue of what I’m doing.”, he was quick to confess as soon as he was given the chance. There was no way in hell he’d actually manage to pick something like this up in the monastery he’d been raised at, though; all that they learned was how to spend every waking moment occupied in turmoil with themselves and their prayers, and Ignatius was glad he finally came out on top eventually. “I don’t see why not. After…

Off a moving horse he went, huh? "I will, don't worry.", he agreed. This was better, he'd not get scammed out of his belongings that way - he could, however, make amends for that, couldn't he? It wasn't too harsh of an environment out here, not yet anyway, and Ignatius was willing to learn, too. "A horse? By the gods, no.", he was quick to answer. It showed, didn't it? There was no way to make this any less awkward, much like there was no point in figuring any of this out at all, either. What wa…

One horse was better than no horse and they should be happy about it - he could understand why Azrael would question him or the churches motives, at least a little bit, and he also understood why it was sort of important to him to get that, why, they could have had much more if the church wasn't tight on their own ressources. For now, they should ride. "Only one. We'll get another.", he told Azrael, almost cryptically, until they were out of earshot of the guards that had a hankering for listeni…

The way up was not even as ardurous as he imagined it; it was a nice morning walk with a man that was wise beyond his years and had many things to say. For a bit, Ignatius was actually interested in everything that he had to say, but other than that, he was only half listening, trying to find out what the issue was - well, if there was any, that was. Otherwise, though? He was clearly enjoying this bit of banter as he was being watched closely by the eyes of a fellow priest. They had enough ideas…

It was quick and harmless to actually get through with any of this - there was no way in hell that he’d make the same mistake twice and there was even less of a chance that he’d not get out of the monastery with some thing to use. “That’s still a lot but I’ll see what I can do, really.” They left their lodging anyway and soon enough, Ignatius was smelling the moist morning air - he’d missed it, and he was enjoying it, too. How long had it been since he’d actually wanted to be out here? The last …

The night was long and forlorn; Ignatius dreamt a sleepless world, a dream without answers, a life without distinctions. His trail was a winding path, endlessly long, and his mind a confused mimicry of whatever he had already learned - it was odd, and yet, when the rooster crowed, he escaped himself, in a mirror made of smoke. Were his dreams telling him something? Whatever it was, he didn’t get it - something moved, his fingers twitched and his duty called. Was he to rise? No, it was far too ea…

"My condition? Excuse you very much." His condition was, that he was an obedient little church boy that had never known anything else and right now, he was nothing more than that, again, but he was complicit and obedient about something else. Wasn't all of this just a stupid idea? Why send someone like him out here? "Fine, alright. We'll borrow a horse and if we can't borrow or steal a horse, we'll buy a horse. I hope the monastery has something for us, though." Spending money on stuff like this…

"Seriously?", he asked the demonhunter with a raised eyebrow. This guy was though, Ignatius had to admit, and worse than that, he even knew his way around the place. His perimeter or not, he deflated - there was no reason to question someone else that clearly knew what he was doing and besides, he wasn't someone that ought to argue in the first place. If anything, it was a bad idea to cross Azrael this early, so he decided that why, this actually wasn't worth any anger. "Why do these journeys ha…

"Hm, keine Ahnung. Ich kenne ihn nicht wirklich, ich schätze, das ist eher das Problem?", schlug er Rain schließlich vor. Ohne den alten Mann wäre er wohl nie in Fhaergus aufgetaucht und hätte Rain auch nie unterbreiten können, dass er ihn so mochte, wie er nun einmal war. Hand in Hand ging dabei nichts und ehrlich gesagt war Nayantai sich nicht einmal im entferntesten darüber im klaren, ob es Sinn machte, in seiner eigenen, kleinen Blase zu existieren und den Rest der Welt vor den Kopf zu stoße…

"Oh, and that's so funny? You're a dork.", Ronan expressed - Caelan was like a dog, with nothing but good intentions, but sometimes he yowled about things that didn't even hurt; he was confused by and scared of the silliest things. Did he think that Ronan was going to run off to another country? Definitely not with a war brewing. "Tell you what, I won't run away if that's what you're worried about. How about I take you there at some point?" Caelan didn't seem like he was of a studious nature and…

Cecil wished for Edward to let down his guard just a tiny bit - it didn't help that he always seemed to be so uptight, and it also didn't help that the two of them sometimes had very different ideas of what was best for him. Trusting his knight was important, Cecil was aware of that, but Eddie had the capability to act like Cecil would only ever make the most cursed of decisions, no matter what it was that he truly came up with. Was there any way to get him to relent? Probably not. It was fine, …

"We are fine! We are the kid of a lumberjack, we know how to walk.", they insisted. Otoha wasn't, she was something entirely else, so it was Mikuni who had that idea of his life before priesthood, but even if, it had been more than twenty years that he actually walked that far, or close to that far, with anyone. Right now, he wasn't a kid anymore. "We can go until you need to rest." It was fine. A goddess could keep this body running past exhaustion, even if it was dangerous, but if Genji needed…

Verstünde Runi Stigr richtig, dann hätte er es wohl einfacher, nicht aus der Decke heraus zu linsen. Trug er sie für einen bestimmten Grund? Eigentlich wusste er das gar nicht so wirklich und Stigrs Verhalten machte eventuell so viel Sinn wie das seiner Mutter in den letzten Stunden, die er mit ihr verbrachte. Was sollte das alles werden? Genau konnte er sich das selbst nicht sagen, und doch waren die Weltanschauungen eines kleinen Kindes nicht unbedingt die Besten. Der Wahrheit entsprach nichts…

Dayan still seemed to be on the fence - on one hand, he didn’t want any of this and on the other, it felt as if he was kicking the legacy of his late family around the room by just insinuating he wouldn’t be a wanted king, only a needed one, until they found someone with more ties to this country and a less shattered psyche than him. Couldn’t he at least have one person that supported him? … He had Lucien, that had to suffice, even if he knew that - deep down - he probably shouldn’t trust anyone…