It was strange, coming back to Tevinter with Aria in his arms, in her little yellow cloak and rain boots. He'd not been expecting the rain, but then, he'd not really checked the weather. It seemed of no consequence, when he was already delayed in returning with the child. She'd had a flu, prompting them to stay in the Marches for a week longer, before traveling. He'd only agreed to travel once he'd heard her chest clear up entirely.
And then, he'd rented a carriage for the journey.
Comfortable enough, though he was on the alert for bandits and the like. Wisely, no-one chanced messing with him, or the wards that he placed around their carriage as they journeyed. Perhaps they'd heard who was in the carriage... perhaps it was luck. He wasn't one to guess.
Arriving back at the Umbra Estate, with the little girl, restless and grouchy because the rain meant they had been unable to get out of the carriage and walk alongside it for a spell. He hauled himself out of the carriage first, before reaching to offer his hands to much smaller ones, helping the toddler step down (mostly) on her own.
He scooped the girl up, so that she'd not trek in mud on her boots, and made his way to the front door. A servant let him in, and offered to take their cloaks (and the child's muddy shoes). The now-barefoot child was quick to rush away from her father, the moment she caught sight of her mother.
Folding his and her cloaks over his arm, he watched from afar for a few minutes, before he started towards the families' living quarters. To put the cloaks away, and change into something more comfortable — perhaps to ensure that the child's bedroom was setup appropriately.
Cloaks tucked away, he changed into a loose tunic and tights, and surveyed the living quarters. It seemed tidy enough, considering he'd been away for a few weeks to retrieve the child... but the wards he'd placed had faded, as expected after a long absence. He clicked his tongue quietly, and stepped outside of the suite of rooms, shutting the door behind of him.
In the corridor, he'd quietly murmur a spell to replenish the wards he'd placed during his first night in these rooms. It might look rude, as if he didn't trust their host... but he chose not to think about that too much. So, that's where he'd be found, seated cross-legged in front of a closed door, quietly crafting a stronger ward.
Lost in concentration, he'd not notice anyone walking past, or anyone who might stop to watch him.
@Tiberius Umbra
And then, he'd rented a carriage for the journey.
Comfortable enough, though he was on the alert for bandits and the like. Wisely, no-one chanced messing with him, or the wards that he placed around their carriage as they journeyed. Perhaps they'd heard who was in the carriage... perhaps it was luck. He wasn't one to guess.
Arriving back at the Umbra Estate, with the little girl, restless and grouchy because the rain meant they had been unable to get out of the carriage and walk alongside it for a spell. He hauled himself out of the carriage first, before reaching to offer his hands to much smaller ones, helping the toddler step down (mostly) on her own.
Remember what I said, Aria?He inquired, as he knelt to straighten her cloak, and wipe remnants of her snack from her face.
We're guests here, okay? Best behaviors.He'd visited the living quarters they'd be staying in — the estate manor was much larger than he'd been expecting — but he wasn't going to complain when their living quarters were so near to Lyric (and, unfortunately, Tiberius as well but he'd still take it as a win).
He scooped the girl up, so that she'd not trek in mud on her boots, and made his way to the front door. A servant let him in, and offered to take their cloaks (and the child's muddy shoes). The now-barefoot child was quick to rush away from her father, the moment she caught sight of her mother.
Folding his and her cloaks over his arm, he watched from afar for a few minutes, before he started towards the families' living quarters. To put the cloaks away, and change into something more comfortable — perhaps to ensure that the child's bedroom was setup appropriately.
Cloaks tucked away, he changed into a loose tunic and tights, and surveyed the living quarters. It seemed tidy enough, considering he'd been away for a few weeks to retrieve the child... but the wards he'd placed had faded, as expected after a long absence. He clicked his tongue quietly, and stepped outside of the suite of rooms, shutting the door behind of him.
In the corridor, he'd quietly murmur a spell to replenish the wards he'd placed during his first night in these rooms. It might look rude, as if he didn't trust their host... but he chose not to think about that too much. So, that's where he'd be found, seated cross-legged in front of a closed door, quietly crafting a stronger ward.
Lost in concentration, he'd not notice anyone walking past, or anyone who might stop to watch him.
@Tiberius Umbra
07-04-2024, 02:06 PM
