Cross the stars with me

Things just keep getting worse.

[A/N] just for reference time skips will now be marked by three hyphens --- I had forgotten to say. It will only really change if I want to say some wacky line ~-~

-Rob-

Waiting on all this conflict stuff truly sucked. Only a few days since our council and I felt insane with nerves. Mother and the rest kept assuring me that everything was fine and that a fight was unlikely, but it felt like a lie and made things worse. If our pretender cousin tried anything I would crush him I promised myself that, but I worry about my family, about Eynal most of all he wasn't a fighter, but he would have to if we went to war.

By the time it had been a week since the whole thing, I couldn't help but notice that Eynal's behaviour had gotten much worse and was very standoffish. His scowls had turned into grimaces of pure anger, and he hardly spoke to anyone which was normal, but this was complete lockdown for him.

Consequently, things were on edge in our household our mother ran around keeping order and managing affairs while I assisted the head at arms with training the squires and of course, I kept a close watch on my brother. I couldn't escape the bad feeling, that something awful was coming he had unleashed one of his fits not too long ago and I could feel another brewing.

"No, no don't cross your feet." I scolded the trainee. "Take a step with your dominant leg backward and let your weight fall on that so you can lean in but also back without breaking stance." I guided her feet and resumed my attack; she took my improvements leaning backward and after parrying leaned forward and advanced much smoother. "See, there you go now don't be afraid to move out of that stance but always keep a good berth, so you have good ground, that way you're less likely to be knocked off your feet."

The trainees proved difficult, they were inexperienced and were used to fancy tricks that wouldn't work on a battlefield but who could blame them? We hadn't seen war in years long before I was born.

I had sat to dinner with the head at arms, a stern man who reminded me an awful lot of Eynal with his grim expressions, where he merely chalked up my frustrations with the trainees to frustration about my brothers' antics, slapping me on the back with a large hand. "You need to let it go, he's a man grown for crying out loud. He can make his own decisions and if he chooses to be that way then so be it." He had said.

I knew he was right, but I couldn't help it I still see the innocent young boy I wanted to protect. Though I had glanced at Rhazien and observed his scarred face and poorly maintained white whiskers which couldn't be said the same for his beard which was neatly groomed into a ducktail and thought He wasn't the best source of advice but hell he has experience and at least on that he was not wrong.

One of the boy Sam's friends I had spoken to as well, considering he had taken an interest in my brother I thought he had discussed it with the young knight but to not much avail. Interestingly, he had informed me of the slight difference in character between the two when the Lothain lad was still around which I had pondered on a lot and decided he was correct too. Eynal was by no means pleasant but there were fewer outbursts for sure and he had become manageable, other than the outburst at dinner though that can partially be blamed on my mother's drunkenness, and ever since Sam left, he had gone back to his old self, worse in fact. My problem now was what was causing that between the two. any logical person would go... there, but Eynal definitely had no taste for anything like that he hated everyone around him, so what if there's now one person in this world he doesn't hate? now that intrigued me greatly.

Sam

The ride back to Silvergarde is a tedious one I confess I miss the blood-red grass, the milk-coloured rivers that sloshed around gently, the marble white castle and its tall towers and most of all I missed the people, they were an interesting bunch loyal, fair, and wise. The first time I had come to Whitemoon was several years ago and I fell in love with it. I had met Yosel, now one of my closest friends, most of all it took me out of that shell of naivety by proving how everyone is different and that it isn't necessarily bad. Some of us become blind to the fact that not everyone is alike to ourselves and it causes us to lack true judgment when we observe others and it leads to hate, and a lack of trust I used to be like that but change is not a vice, It's nothing short of a virtue.