1st of Summer, 514
It was time. The squire knew today was the day to handle a duty he had to held off for so long to be completed. His small hands curled up tightly into fists as his single eye squeezed tightly into what was obviously an expression of enduring sorrow and pain. Bowing his head Ball punched the trunk before him, it was property of the order given to the pycon for storage purposes and stored within were two things: money and duty. Money he had no need of today, today it was duty.
The duty was an easy task, but it held an emotional burden that was far more than the small shoulders the pycon could handle alone. Nestled between the thousands of mizas, dented and unused armour was a branch. This branch was wrapped in the tattered cloth of blue, a bolt of fabric that held the last memories of his friend, his brother in arms... His liege lord. Both hands unfolded themselves from their clenched fists and with numbness that burrowed deeply in his being Ball threw the simple locking mechanism and pushed the lid upward. Using his whole being to force it up the Pycon had to climb the trunk's front wall before he succeeded in pushing the lid onto the bunk he called a bed.
There it laid buried amongst the journey he had embarked on so many years ago. For you I have embarked on this self-crafted journey of honor and duty. I hoped and prayed that you would return. That I can return this bolt of cloth to you once again. Rise it high and proudly as I did in that clearing. Blind loyalty – You asked me to not question the actions. It wasn't my place. Leaning down the Pycon tugged hard on the rough stick, not a branch anymore. The rustling of fabric came with and Ball hauled the whole package from his trunk. Gingerly the squire slide it onto his bunk and paused as his stared at it.
I questioned. I protected a supposed enemy of Sylir. You yielded though. You yielded to me. You had no reason to, yet you did. Looking down at the floor beside trunk and bunk Ball's trusty mount stood stoic, it knew what was going on, and have stood in attention, waiting obediently for what was to come.
The banner was blue, wound so that the stitched face was within. Dirt, grass stains, bits of dog hair, and what Ball could imagine was blood and sea salts as well had left their reminders on the fabric. The hemp rope the squire used to secure it to the branch and ultimately his mount was fraying and the thin bits were sticking themselves into the banner. I swore to Sylir I would finish what I have started. Honoring my promise to you. Dropping the roll onto his mount's rump the Pycon followed it and quickly tied it down, using the rope to form a makeshift harness around the hind legs of his dog.
It clearly wasn't comfortable for the dog, but it didn't impede in it's range of motions and therefore the squire wasn't going to adjust or remove the banner until they arrived on site. Once more climbing the side wall of his trunk the pycon found himself falling into the pools of gold that were his. Shoving several dozen of the coins into his mouth and swallowing the Pycon could feel the weight of them adding to his already considerable mass. He needed paint, a long sword, a cart, and some hay. Climbing out of his trunk, the pycon sat on the lip for a second, one hand gripping the lid's edge as he slide off the trunk and onto his dog's back. Pulling the lid down Ball released his grip on the edge just as it was nearing closing and Ball could feel his dog buckling slightly under his weight but was able to quickly regain his posture and allow for Ball to move into position.
Sliding into position at the base of Imass's neck Ball directed the dog to leave the dorms of the squires and head down to the basement, the squire needed supplies first.
I have been thinking of a good place to perform the rites, yet I can not do that easily. So I have decided on doing something a bit different.
It was time. The squire knew today was the day to handle a duty he had to held off for so long to be completed. His small hands curled up tightly into fists as his single eye squeezed tightly into what was obviously an expression of enduring sorrow and pain. Bowing his head Ball punched the trunk before him, it was property of the order given to the pycon for storage purposes and stored within were two things: money and duty. Money he had no need of today, today it was duty.
The duty was an easy task, but it held an emotional burden that was far more than the small shoulders the pycon could handle alone. Nestled between the thousands of mizas, dented and unused armour was a branch. This branch was wrapped in the tattered cloth of blue, a bolt of fabric that held the last memories of his friend, his brother in arms... His liege lord. Both hands unfolded themselves from their clenched fists and with numbness that burrowed deeply in his being Ball threw the simple locking mechanism and pushed the lid upward. Using his whole being to force it up the Pycon had to climb the trunk's front wall before he succeeded in pushing the lid onto the bunk he called a bed.
There it laid buried amongst the journey he had embarked on so many years ago. For you I have embarked on this self-crafted journey of honor and duty. I hoped and prayed that you would return. That I can return this bolt of cloth to you once again. Rise it high and proudly as I did in that clearing. Blind loyalty – You asked me to not question the actions. It wasn't my place. Leaning down the Pycon tugged hard on the rough stick, not a branch anymore. The rustling of fabric came with and Ball hauled the whole package from his trunk. Gingerly the squire slide it onto his bunk and paused as his stared at it.
I questioned. I protected a supposed enemy of Sylir. You yielded though. You yielded to me. You had no reason to, yet you did. Looking down at the floor beside trunk and bunk Ball's trusty mount stood stoic, it knew what was going on, and have stood in attention, waiting obediently for what was to come.
The banner was blue, wound so that the stitched face was within. Dirt, grass stains, bits of dog hair, and what Ball could imagine was blood and sea salts as well had left their reminders on the fabric. The hemp rope the squire used to secure it to the branch and ultimately his mount was fraying and the thin bits were sticking themselves into the banner. I swore to Sylir I would finish what I have started. Honoring my promise to you. Dropping the roll onto his mount's rump the Pycon followed it and quickly tied it down, using the rope to form a makeshift harness around the hind legs of his dog.
It clearly wasn't comfortable for the dog, but it didn't impede in it's range of motions and therefore the squire wasn't going to adjust or remove the banner until they arrived on site. Once more climbing the side wall of his trunk the pycon found himself falling into the pools of gold that were his. Shoving several dozen of the coins into his mouth and swallowing the Pycon could feel the weight of them adding to his already considerable mass. He needed paint, a long sword, a cart, and some hay. Climbing out of his trunk, the pycon sat on the lip for a second, one hand gripping the lid's edge as he slide off the trunk and onto his dog's back. Pulling the lid down Ball released his grip on the edge just as it was nearing closing and Ball could feel his dog buckling slightly under his weight but was able to quickly regain his posture and allow for Ball to move into position.
Sliding into position at the base of Imass's neck Ball directed the dog to leave the dorms of the squires and head down to the basement, the squire needed supplies first.
I have been thinking of a good place to perform the rites, yet I can not do that easily. So I have decided on doing something a bit different.
Created goes to Euthisa
