13th of Fall, 513AV
Ignotus never realized before how comforting he found the sea. As the ship ferrying him and his entourage to the other side of Mizahar rocked gently in the arms of the frothing waves like an infant in its mother's scarf the Zeltivan felt a reassuring familiarity in the creaking wood and crashing white spray outside; no matter where in the world he went, the ocean remained the same. As the Nuit leaned back in his plush armchair and looked out the window of his cabin at the rippling blue, he smiled fondly. He would tithe to Laviku when he made landfall, he decided. Before he could drift too far into a fluffy cloud of sentimentality, Ignotus heard a knock at the door.
"Come in!" the wizard called, waving lazily without moving his head. Shortly after the door creaked open and Ignotus heard a thin, boyish voice behind him. "Lord Everto, it seems we're nearing Lhavit."
"Ah! Wonderful." chirped the wizard, slowly pushing himself to his feet and rolling his shoulders. "How long until we arrive, Benton?"
"About half a bell, sir."
"Lovely. I suppose we should get ready now, then." the Nuit said with languid ease, turning around to face his guard. He had found Benton alone in the alleys of East Street, destitute and barely scraping by in Zeltiva's underground boxing rings. While an exceptional talent, his lack of support meant his "managers" made off with all the money made from betting on him and left him only just enough to eat every other day or so. Naturally, when Ignotus offered him a chance to put his prodigious fists to use as a state bodyguard instead, he jumped at the chance and served his savior with almost rabid loyalty since.
A nose crooked from being almost constantly broken and a few scars on his brows along with sizable callouses on his knuckles were the only hints of that life on his jagged, clean-shaven face now, and his hair had gone from a sandy blond mess to a prim and close-cropped gentleman's cut, and he had switched from rags and bare feet to a fine doublet, tight slacks and leather combat boots. Though he was smiling, Ignotus picked up a trace of nervousness in both his voice and the tightness of his jaw.
"You seem stressed, Benton." the Hypnotist said amiably as he pulled off his wool sweater and walked to his mahogany dresser. "It's unlike you. Is there a concern with security?"
"No sir; just that I've never been this far from home before, and I'm not sure what to expect."
Ignotus chuckled as he slipped out of his loose lounger's pants and into blue silk slacks. "Are we far from home, Benton?"
The guard frowned in confusion at this, given they were on the other side of the continent. "Well-"
"Tell me, Benton. What is Zeltiva?" Ignotus said as he started buttoning his gleaming white shirt.
"It's our city, sir."
'Well, yes, in quite literal terms, but that's not what I meant." purred Ignotus with the air of an amused schoolmaster. "Everywhere in the world, what do people think of when they think of Zeltiva?"
"Our ships?" Benton said slowly, an eyebrow turning up slightly.
"The sea, dear Benton. The sea." Ignotus said as he slid on an opulent brocade vest, blue swirling into purple shimmering with gold leaf. "Wherever the sea touches, you can find our ships and our flags, and everywhere the sea touches is Zeltiva land. So be it Syliran coast or Kalean, are we truly far from home?"
The guard smiled, eyes shining. "I suppose not, sir. Would you like help with your cape?"
"No, I've got it." said Ignotus as he straightened out the final garment of his uniform and fastened the glittering emblem of Zeltiva to his chest. Turning back to Benton, he flashed him a radiant grin. "How do I look?"
"Stunning, my Lord." Benton said with an equally large smile.
"You look quite nice yourself, my friend." said the wizard. "Be a dear and fetch the others, will you? It would be best we greeted Lhavit together."
"Of course, my Lord." he chirped before scurrying off to gather the assortment of merchant princes, scholars, diplomats and sparse soldier who joined the Lord of Council in this journey. By the time they had all joined Ignotus, their ship was being guided into port. Ignotus regarded the group with a warm eye, faint smile hiding the excitement brewing beneath.
Life on the top in Zeltiva had grown a touch boring, and the promise of new challenges to conquer and new heights to reach made him feel like his ichor was about to race. "Gentlemen!" the Lord of Council said with a rousing pulse of Djed. Instantly everyone's heads and eyes snapped to attention. "Ours is one of the first visits of its kind in centuries. Zeltiva, ever the vanguard of progress, is about to break barriers of isolations standing since the rending of the world."
As he said this, the ship shuddered, then stopped moving as it finished docking. Ignotus' soul beat gleefully against its boundaries, eager to break past the barriers of his flesh. "History will remember us and what we do here, so step lively gentlemen." and with that he stepped out into the Kalean sun flanked by guards with the princes and diplomats trailing behind.