LOG - Ongoing, Seed and Rahal (Continued via Comments)
Who: Seed (1ikethewolf ) and Rahal (bluelamphinian )
When: erm, not sure?
Where: The cafe
Why: Randomness, and they decided to eat lunch together
Status: On going
Lunch time rolled by, as it did every day, and Seed made his way to Mamie’s little stand, on the outside of the castle. He wasn’t fond of the café, as he felt that much was expected of him there, while he could pick up a sandwich at the stand and walk a bit away from the courtyard, in order to sit alone in the grass and watch the horses run.
It was bittersweet, really, to sit there and dream about stealing one of these horses and travelling as fast as possible back to Highland, where his heart was. But Jillia was here and Culgan hadn’t arrived yet and he was chained to this tiny run down little castle in the middle of nowhere.
He was grumbling to himself, waiting in line for his turn, as he pondered his incredibly stellar lack of options.
Rahal shook his head to get the last bits of water and suds out of it, having just completed giving Flail a bubble bath. Luckily, he wasn't in his normal attire, dressed on in light breeches, knee high boots, and a blue tunic. Nothing fancy. But giving Flail a bath worked up an appetite. The dragon horse loved water and loves to play and that could make a simple chore like bathing rather difficult. At any rate he now smelled a lot like soap, which was better than sweat and dirt, and allowed him to make his way to the cafe rather than to the baths and then on a mission to feed his less than full belly. He ended up behind Seed of all people, remembering the man from the infirmary and his coat, which was in shoddy shape then. He took his place and chuckled, brushing off his tunic. "Is your coat holding up all right still?" he asked. "Not that you have much call for it in this weather, am I right?"
Wrenched from his musings in an unexpected way, Seed’s hand jumped to the hilt of his sword, out of habit, before he realized that it was only a friendly enquiry. Loosening his grip, he turned to the man… what was his name… Rahal? and smiled. “I haven’t worn it since I left the infirmary. It feels so… pointless... to do so, so far away from home.”
"Oh, was it the symbol of your office?" Rahal asked, interested. He had just though the coat perhaps the symbol of his company, not an actual rank.
Seed’s smile was wiped off his face, replaced by a frown. “I’m a military general, not some sort of bureaucrat.” What did he look like, a bean counter? A merchant? Did either of these carry a sword?
Rahal raised his hands in apology. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant I didn't realize it was a symbol for being a Captain or a General if your case," he soothed, used to such touchy egos. "But still, I didn't know you were a General. Though perhaps you told me and I've simply forgotten."
Seed chuckled, and shrugged a little self-deprecatingly, before answering: “I guess I’m used to everyone knowing who I am. I need to get used to the fact that I’m just another nobody, here.”
"It is a bit disconcerting at first," Rahal agreed. "I don't think I've ever gotten so many questions about Flail or the Dragon Calvary before. But I find the 'nobody' feeling refreshing."
“It’s the questions I dislike.” Seed finally made his way to the front of the line and ordered a sandwich, which was neatly wrapped in brown paper. “There’s so much I don’t wanna talk about.”
Rahal ordered himself the same and a small bowl of fruit. "I can see where that can be a problem. And you don't have anyone else from your time here, do you? Well, that your friends with, I mean."
Seed shrugged. “I’ve never had many friends. When you rise too fast in the ranks, you tend to acquire enemies a lot faster than you do friends. I’ve… met… people here, but it’s not the same. They can’t understand me, because they don’t know Highland.”
Rahal continued to walk with him, and somehow they got to a table, sitting down. He unwrapped his sandwich and considered what Seed said, trying to empathize. "It's hard, being suddenly uprooted," he agreed. "Even with so many Faleneans here, they're not Dragon Calvary. So I think I can understand, in that sense. Not that being a modern Commander has earned me a lot of friends either." He took a bit, munching thoughtfully. "What was Highland like, if you don't mind me asking."
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When: erm, not sure?
Where: The cafe
Why: Randomness, and they decided to eat lunch together
Status: On going
Lunch time rolled by, as it did every day, and Seed made his way to Mamie’s little stand, on the outside of the castle. He wasn’t fond of the café, as he felt that much was expected of him there, while he could pick up a sandwich at the stand and walk a bit away from the courtyard, in order to sit alone in the grass and watch the horses run.
It was bittersweet, really, to sit there and dream about stealing one of these horses and travelling as fast as possible back to Highland, where his heart was. But Jillia was here and Culgan hadn’t arrived yet and he was chained to this tiny run down little castle in the middle of nowhere.
He was grumbling to himself, waiting in line for his turn, as he pondered his incredibly stellar lack of options.
Rahal shook his head to get the last bits of water and suds out of it, having just completed giving Flail a bubble bath. Luckily, he wasn't in his normal attire, dressed on in light breeches, knee high boots, and a blue tunic. Nothing fancy. But giving Flail a bath worked up an appetite. The dragon horse loved water and loves to play and that could make a simple chore like bathing rather difficult. At any rate he now smelled a lot like soap, which was better than sweat and dirt, and allowed him to make his way to the cafe rather than to the baths and then on a mission to feed his less than full belly. He ended up behind Seed of all people, remembering the man from the infirmary and his coat, which was in shoddy shape then. He took his place and chuckled, brushing off his tunic. "Is your coat holding up all right still?" he asked. "Not that you have much call for it in this weather, am I right?"
Wrenched from his musings in an unexpected way, Seed’s hand jumped to the hilt of his sword, out of habit, before he realized that it was only a friendly enquiry. Loosening his grip, he turned to the man… what was his name… Rahal? and smiled. “I haven’t worn it since I left the infirmary. It feels so… pointless... to do so, so far away from home.”
"Oh, was it the symbol of your office?" Rahal asked, interested. He had just though the coat perhaps the symbol of his company, not an actual rank.
Seed’s smile was wiped off his face, replaced by a frown. “I’m a military general, not some sort of bureaucrat.” What did he look like, a bean counter? A merchant? Did either of these carry a sword?
Rahal raised his hands in apology. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant I didn't realize it was a symbol for being a Captain or a General if your case," he soothed, used to such touchy egos. "But still, I didn't know you were a General. Though perhaps you told me and I've simply forgotten."
Seed chuckled, and shrugged a little self-deprecatingly, before answering: “I guess I’m used to everyone knowing who I am. I need to get used to the fact that I’m just another nobody, here.”
"It is a bit disconcerting at first," Rahal agreed. "I don't think I've ever gotten so many questions about Flail or the Dragon Calvary before. But I find the 'nobody' feeling refreshing."
“It’s the questions I dislike.” Seed finally made his way to the front of the line and ordered a sandwich, which was neatly wrapped in brown paper. “There’s so much I don’t wanna talk about.”
Rahal ordered himself the same and a small bowl of fruit. "I can see where that can be a problem. And you don't have anyone else from your time here, do you? Well, that your friends with, I mean."
Seed shrugged. “I’ve never had many friends. When you rise too fast in the ranks, you tend to acquire enemies a lot faster than you do friends. I’ve… met… people here, but it’s not the same. They can’t understand me, because they don’t know Highland.”
Rahal continued to walk with him, and somehow they got to a table, sitting down. He unwrapped his sandwich and considered what Seed said, trying to empathize. "It's hard, being suddenly uprooted," he agreed. "Even with so many Faleneans here, they're not Dragon Calvary. So I think I can understand, in that sense. Not that being a modern Commander has earned me a lot of friends either." He took a bit, munching thoughtfully. "What was Highland like, if you don't mind me asking."
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