⛧ Appears. Lol sorry for abandoning this or smth.
Sooooo- Hello? Idk what to say here but thank you for sticking around this long, I've got a plot I have to work towards but there's no rush- so enjoys some Phil n Y/N content⛧Y/N breathed in the fresh countryside air, the wind was gentle and the roads almost deserted. All was quiet minus the chirps of birds in fruit trees and the trotting of 2 horses. Sat on the back of a sleek, raven black horse with white face markings and bright blue eyes, decorated in minimal iron armour, was the horses owner, Elder Philza. Philza has had that horse for years, finding it shivering in the corner of the barn, uncared for by its' mother, Phil's heart was too big to let it just suffer, so he took it in and raised among the selectively bred horses in the blood royal's barn, he named the horse Raven after it's beautiful sleek fur.
Leading Phil, was a large, dark chestnut brown Horse with black ears and black legs, adorned in a gracious amount of glistening netherite armour carved beautifully with decorative patterns and the royal guards emblem glittered boldly on the horse's breastplate.
Y/N looked over the swaying fields of wheat and watched cherry-red apples fall from grassy green leaves as the beautifully composed songs of an unknown bird species filled the silence, the trotting of hooves working as the pulse of natures best song.
Y/N slowed to a stop outside the gate of a field with shrubbery as a fence. Phil stopped just behind him.
The field was vibrant, long green grass that slowly increased into a rounded hill, with a large oak tree, a whole colour wheel of wild flowers covered every inch of soil, blended together into the perfect setting.
Y/N swiftly dismounted the horse and opened a small compartment on the horses saddle. He pulled out 2 thick ropes and closed the compartment again.
He took the first rope and tied it in the vacant loop on his horses Breastplate made for leads. He tied a quick but sturdy knot and wrapped the end around his other hand. He pulled the horse gently towards phil, who was sat patiently on his own horse.
Y/N held out his hand for the Elder to take, Phil easily dismounted his horse and Y/N tied the second rope around Philza's horse methodically, handing the end to Elder Phil for him to take.
The duo led their horses through the gate and into the field and strolled towards the hill, where the silhouettes of 2 women became ever more unclouded.
After only about a minute into the walk to the top of the hill, the shorter woman stood up from her spot and waved towards the 2.
The duo waved back at the woman, being joined by the taller woman who stood up to wave too.
The trek up the hill was quick and they settled quickly.
"Hello, Puffy, Niki." Phil bowed shallowly and Y/N stood behind him and nodded towards the 2.
"Hello Phil" Puffy Bowed back before taking her seat on the floor once again, she patted the blanket for Phil to sit down as Y/N dealt with the horses.
After both horses were tied down, Y/N moved to stand behind his Elder.
He shifted uncomfortably on his armoured feet behind Phil.
Niki made eye-contact with the guard, and Y/N panicked for a second as Niki stared with kind eyes.
The eye contact was broken as she closed here eyes in a smile. "Come sit!" She said through her smile. She patted the picnic blanket similarly to how Puffy had before, and hesitantly sat next to the pink-haired woman.
Calm.
Time flies and Y/N and Phil are back on their journey, through the main castle gate and into the grand front courtyard. Down the gravel paths lined by bushes that backed onto tall grass and wildflowers, some flattened by beautiful statues and fountains of white terracotta and marble, gifts from allies and sculpted by talented artists for Technoblade's predecessors.
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