It had been far too long since he’d snuck away to meet with one in secret. Never telling a mother where steps may wander when it came to matters of a cast away. She would only insist he not bother, that it would be a waste of time to spend it in the company of one such as her. A creature so useless. How dreadful might it be if such a plague where to coil about him as well? Rob away the future he surely held. It was an inescapable snare. A noose already so close to tightening around his throat, it was sickening how close to failure one teetered. Just like that he could fall to become a greater disappointment.
Proclamations that were nothing new each time they twisted against the air. A threat which echoed so many times before and yet he still held pride of place at the forge - at least when it came to lighting the damn thing with a flicker of flames. Most of the actual work taken over by Alexandria so that he couldn’t mess up the client’s order. If he barely got to touch anything why bother keeping him around in the first place? Maybe that’s why it was so easy to slip away from her hardly watchful eye this day, to disappear within the hustle of the city and delve ever deeper into the wilds beyond.
What he chose to do was of no importance to her.
Besides, rather than concern herself with over how he might ‘contract failure’ from another, Fineás believed what should have brought worry to fester was just where Nazaria had taken up residence.
Nearly alongside fields of gold. A locale which harbored rumored truths that any would be foolish not to believe. Livestock of a different breed reared there, put to work beneath the guise of freedom until their death day neared. It was no kept secret - tales circulating freely within the capitol amidst shadier individuals. The very likes he should avoid and yet so many were dealt both alone and at a mother’s side. For so long as coin graced her talons in place of wares it mattered little what was done with forged weaponry.
Yet all one could really hope for was that the man who drove the carriage he’d hitched a ride on was no such entity. That this was not a one way trip to a new kind of hell. Cerulean gaze never strayed from the driver’s back, a close eye kept for any peculiar motions or turns. Anything offered swiftly denied whether it be food, drink, or even simple conversation. He only held one purpose in keeping this loser’s company - and that was to reach the beach front before the trace amounts of sunlight could filter away behind an enveloping shroud of night.
He sure as fuck didn’t want to be in the presence of a stranger when that happened. So when passing glance caught sight of rolling waves, he hardly waited for the slow lurch of the carriage to stop before getting out of it. A shoulder hitting the ground harder than intended before rolling to his feet and scurrying into the tree line. This mixture of sands and forestry a telling sign that perhaps he neared the right spot. That he may come upon something freeing yet tucked away upon the water’s edge. Hopefully whatever - and whoever - that man was did not stop to look for him.
Just leave him to finish this journey as intended, alone. With a huff he trudged further, attentions dancing over unknown surroundings until finally settling upon what he hoped was a cottage near blending to the landscape. A place hard to notice lest one truly looked for it and unless some witch or hag had decided to settle on beach front property - this had to be where Naza lived. If he was wrong… well at least he could run fast.
With a touch of hesitance - unease hanging in his throat - the fiery boy finds himself approaching the door. Gloves digits finding temporary pause before knuckles rapped lightly to the wood, “Naza you home?” Impatience bidding him to bang heavily upon it should a presumed sister not answer swiftly enough. For if his presence alone would not stir her then the falsifications of emergency surely would… but for now, she would be given a chance. He would attempt to keep his patience for once.
Proclamations that were nothing new each time they twisted against the air. A threat which echoed so many times before and yet he still held pride of place at the forge - at least when it came to lighting the damn thing with a flicker of flames. Most of the actual work taken over by Alexandria so that he couldn’t mess up the client’s order. If he barely got to touch anything why bother keeping him around in the first place? Maybe that’s why it was so easy to slip away from her hardly watchful eye this day, to disappear within the hustle of the city and delve ever deeper into the wilds beyond.
What he chose to do was of no importance to her.
Besides, rather than concern herself with over how he might ‘contract failure’ from another, Fineás believed what should have brought worry to fester was just where Nazaria had taken up residence.
Nearly alongside fields of gold. A locale which harbored rumored truths that any would be foolish not to believe. Livestock of a different breed reared there, put to work beneath the guise of freedom until their death day neared. It was no kept secret - tales circulating freely within the capitol amidst shadier individuals. The very likes he should avoid and yet so many were dealt both alone and at a mother’s side. For so long as coin graced her talons in place of wares it mattered little what was done with forged weaponry.
Yet all one could really hope for was that the man who drove the carriage he’d hitched a ride on was no such entity. That this was not a one way trip to a new kind of hell. Cerulean gaze never strayed from the driver’s back, a close eye kept for any peculiar motions or turns. Anything offered swiftly denied whether it be food, drink, or even simple conversation. He only held one purpose in keeping this loser’s company - and that was to reach the beach front before the trace amounts of sunlight could filter away behind an enveloping shroud of night.
He sure as fuck didn’t want to be in the presence of a stranger when that happened. So when passing glance caught sight of rolling waves, he hardly waited for the slow lurch of the carriage to stop before getting out of it. A shoulder hitting the ground harder than intended before rolling to his feet and scurrying into the tree line. This mixture of sands and forestry a telling sign that perhaps he neared the right spot. That he may come upon something freeing yet tucked away upon the water’s edge. Hopefully whatever - and whoever - that man was did not stop to look for him.
Just leave him to finish this journey as intended, alone. With a huff he trudged further, attentions dancing over unknown surroundings until finally settling upon what he hoped was a cottage near blending to the landscape. A place hard to notice lest one truly looked for it and unless some witch or hag had decided to settle on beach front property - this had to be where Naza lived. If he was wrong… well at least he could run fast.
With a touch of hesitance - unease hanging in his throat - the fiery boy finds himself approaching the door. Gloves digits finding temporary pause before knuckles rapped lightly to the wood, “Naza you home?” Impatience bidding him to bang heavily upon it should a presumed sister not answer swiftly enough. For if his presence alone would not stir her then the falsifications of emergency surely would… but for now, she would be given a chance. He would attempt to keep his patience for once.
