The cold of Norway stole Charles' breath from him in more than one way. It was invigorating to be out here in such freezing weather. At best, in the summer, it had to drop monumentally, but it was so, so very beautiful. Quiet, serenity and seclusion surrounded them. After he dismounted his horse, he took a look behind him to see nothing but snow. So much of the land was set bare before them; mountains so gigantic that they looked five feet away when they were more than a month-long ride away from them
( ... )
Teja moved to grab the bag from his knelt position, and spread out a black wool swath of fabric beside him - a makeshift alter, where he set a chalice, his dagger, a bowl of herbs and ashes of a sacrificial boar, and two candles. He moved gracefully as he set up, his motions practiced and reverent, but what Charles said gave him brief pause. "Um. Charles, then. Charlie just seems a little too irreverent for my tastes," Teja murmured, feeling that welling up of pride that he couldn't help with every time Charles praised him or gave him special permission to do anything whatsoever. But to call the man he'd so long admired and looked up to - in more than just a professional, but personal regard - by his first name was not lost on him. It was a sign of deep respect from Charles, who rarely let anyone see themselves as peers, and Teja felt extremely honored.
He continued on as he quietly poured the wine into the chalice, "To call you anything but sir will take some getting used to, however. Old habits," he chuckled. With the wine poured,
( ... )
"We camp, then," Charles stated, simply. He looked out over the mounds and sighed. This was peaceful even while his nerves were on a three-digit mile an hour track. Worrying over the Boys while he was gone any more than the outer reaches of the Haus never really shut off in his mind, even when he was doing something that a) he enjoyed, and b) required them to stay put and him to go
( ... )
Teja spend the time alone quietly in prayer, sensing the energy around him slowly shift from the silent, frozen tomb to a living presence of his ancestors. With his eyes closed, he could almost feel a large party of warriors looking directly at him, swords in their hands, their furs blowing in the faint breeze. He could easily envision them all, individual and as a group, and could see their belts, proudly decorated with their pins of rank. He dared not open his eyes as he turned his head to face one, and bowed his head. It was one of the strongest presences in this barrow - the chief, he assumed, and he murmured to it in the ancient tongue, asking for permission to be graced with the wisdom of their lost knowledge, and the knowledge to help an embodied god be at peace with his mortal self
( ... )
The icy chill of their presence alarmed him at first. Charles visibly tensed as glimmers of the ethereal popped in and out of his vision. He hadn't expected them so quickly, but it seemed as when they were called by a viable presence, they showed. He bowed his head as Teja did, and wondered if they would be so amicable as to help him, of all people.
He felt self conscious, suddenly, when he noted that the ancient line inspected him. Old fears came back into his mind of what they would do for a mere human who had nothing of their blood at that. Still, he respected them for who they were. They were the people that founded two of the most important people of his life.
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He continued on as he quietly poured the wine into the chalice, "To call you anything but sir will take some getting used to, however. Old habits," he chuckled. With the wine poured, ( ... )
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He felt self conscious, suddenly, when he noted that the ancient line inspected him. Old fears came back into his mind of what they would do for a mere human who had nothing of their blood at that. Still, he respected them for who they were. They were the people that founded two of the most important people of his life.
"My lords," he whispered.
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