29th of Spring 514AV
The morning was warm when Grace departed. Winter was finally beginning to unlock it's grasp on the city of Riverfall, to far into Spring for Grace's opinion. The sun was already high in the sky as she walked. She had to take care of the horses before she wandered off, and so her responsibilities at the Sanctuary were done, for now. Grace knew she would have to be back before dusk to feed the horses, but she had time. She wanted to know about her brother. The man who hadn't shunned her as her parents had, who had taken responsibility of her when her parents wouldn't. She felt bad for leaving so abruptly, her brother nor her parents knew what happened to her. So she was going to find a way to get a message to him.
They Syliran Knight outpost was just outside the wall, and Grace was going to go inquire about her brother there. Chances are he wouldn't be there, but the outpost was relatively close, she could get a message to him soon enough. Jeno trotted beside Grace, her long strides and brisk walk were too fast for the dog as they neared the fortress. Grace stopped at the giant wooden doors, the shadow of the guarded wall loomed over her, and Grace brought her knuckles up to rap on the door. Her knocked seemed as if it had done nothing, the door was so big.
"Hello?" A young boy swung the wood out of the way. Grace realized that out of the giant opening, a small normal sized door was cut out. Her brows furrowed immediately. There wasn't more security on this place? Maybe they had seen her walking up and considered her not to be dangerous. She didn't really know how these things worked. Grace whistled for Jeno to sit beside her.
"Hi, I'd like to send a message." Grace looked down at the boy, he couldn't be more than thirteen, a squire. He'd probably been very excited about the chance to go out of Syliras before he was even a knight. But the boy was amused at her words, thinking her an idiot.
"Sorry Miss, we aren't a dovecot." The amusement shone in his voice and clearly this young man was thinking above her, an aura of arrogance that the Knights would train out of him soon enough. Unfortunately that was a comman trait Grace came across and she rolled her eyes.
"Don't you think I know that? Obviously I need to see a knight. Now you can frisk me or do whatever you need for security, but are you going to invite me in? Don't the knights teach the squires more manners?" Grace snapped at him, the boy turned bright red at the mention of him frisking her.
"You got any weapon's on you ma'am?" An older man appeared, placing a hand on the squire's shoulders. Grace pulled her dagger out of her scabbard, holding it in an open palm for the Knight to see.
"I'm just looking to get a message to my brother."
"You can come on in." The knight stepped aside, pulling the squire with him and Grace walked past, slipping her dagger back into her scabbard. "What's your brother's name? I will check to see if he is stationed here."
"Aldern Lechar." Grace said, as they entered the courtyard. A familiar flash of purple hair caught Grace's attention. She didn't hang out with her brother often, but when she had, there was always another knight or two around and she had gotten to know them. One Knight in particular that Grace had become better friends with was a short girl by the name of Alevadra. Grace watched the back of the woman's head, almost sure that it was Ale as she half listened to the knight who spoke to her.
I'm going to have to ask you to wait here ma'am, I will have another knight stay with you will I go check the records . . . " Grace stopped paying attention, apparently there was a procedure for visitors, but it wasn't something Grace thought was important as she stared the purple head down, willing the woman to turn around. When she did, her eyes landed on Grace and Grace's hand shot up in a wave, her teeth flashing between her lips. As she waved, it didn't occur to Grace that Ale probably thought Grace was still in Syliras and so suddenly seeing her here so far from home could be a somewhat unbelievable scenario.
They Syliran Knight outpost was just outside the wall, and Grace was going to go inquire about her brother there. Chances are he wouldn't be there, but the outpost was relatively close, she could get a message to him soon enough. Jeno trotted beside Grace, her long strides and brisk walk were too fast for the dog as they neared the fortress. Grace stopped at the giant wooden doors, the shadow of the guarded wall loomed over her, and Grace brought her knuckles up to rap on the door. Her knocked seemed as if it had done nothing, the door was so big.
"Hello?" A young boy swung the wood out of the way. Grace realized that out of the giant opening, a small normal sized door was cut out. Her brows furrowed immediately. There wasn't more security on this place? Maybe they had seen her walking up and considered her not to be dangerous. She didn't really know how these things worked. Grace whistled for Jeno to sit beside her.
"Hi, I'd like to send a message." Grace looked down at the boy, he couldn't be more than thirteen, a squire. He'd probably been very excited about the chance to go out of Syliras before he was even a knight. But the boy was amused at her words, thinking her an idiot.
"Sorry Miss, we aren't a dovecot." The amusement shone in his voice and clearly this young man was thinking above her, an aura of arrogance that the Knights would train out of him soon enough. Unfortunately that was a comman trait Grace came across and she rolled her eyes.
"Don't you think I know that? Obviously I need to see a knight. Now you can frisk me or do whatever you need for security, but are you going to invite me in? Don't the knights teach the squires more manners?" Grace snapped at him, the boy turned bright red at the mention of him frisking her.
"You got any weapon's on you ma'am?" An older man appeared, placing a hand on the squire's shoulders. Grace pulled her dagger out of her scabbard, holding it in an open palm for the Knight to see.
"I'm just looking to get a message to my brother."
"You can come on in." The knight stepped aside, pulling the squire with him and Grace walked past, slipping her dagger back into her scabbard. "What's your brother's name? I will check to see if he is stationed here."
"Aldern Lechar." Grace said, as they entered the courtyard. A familiar flash of purple hair caught Grace's attention. She didn't hang out with her brother often, but when she had, there was always another knight or two around and she had gotten to know them. One Knight in particular that Grace had become better friends with was a short girl by the name of Alevadra. Grace watched the back of the woman's head, almost sure that it was Ale as she half listened to the knight who spoke to her.
I'm going to have to ask you to wait here ma'am, I will have another knight stay with you will I go check the records . . . " Grace stopped paying attention, apparently there was a procedure for visitors, but it wasn't something Grace thought was important as she stared the purple head down, willing the woman to turn around. When she did, her eyes landed on Grace and Grace's hand shot up in a wave, her teeth flashing between her lips. As she waved, it didn't occur to Grace that Ale probably thought Grace was still in Syliras and so suddenly seeing her here so far from home could be a somewhat unbelievable scenario.
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