Moira edured the long taxi ride from the airport to train station, the train station to her father's location, and now-
"A horse ride?" Moira took a step down the stairs towards the man patiently waiting for her. "Um, hello? Sir?"
"I'm much too young to be a "sir", Moira," the man turned around to reveal that he was in fact too young to be a "sir". He looked as if he were in his earlier twenties and clearly gets in a good workout. Moira stared at him as he stood tall, stepping out of the carriage, his blonde locks hidden in his beanie, but he walked with a bit of a limp which obviously didn't stop him from giving Moira more than a warm welcome. He extended his arms out to her, giving her a hug, "You must be Moira?"
Moira stopped her staring and attempted to shake his hand, completely dropping her luggage on her feet during the process, "Oww- yes.. I'm Moira and you are?" She blushed as she was pulled into the hug.
The guy laughed some, "I'm Adam, but for some reason your dad calls me Dwain. I suppose he knew my dad."
Adam let go of her and reached out to grab her luggage, "Well we should probably go. Your dad actually cooked this evening. It'll be a bit of a surprise for us both since I've never had his cooking and neither have you right?" He placed her bag in the front next to him.
Moira's mouth gaped open, "My dad? Cooking? Wow. That's something... I actually don't know much about him at all, uh, Adam."
Adam helped Moira up onto the front seat of the carriage, "Well seems like we both have something in common, we don't know much about our fathers. But your dad's great- but he has his moments." Adam hopped up on the other side of the carriage, and took off down the road. "So what brings you to your father?"
Moira glanced at him from the side of her eye, smiling lightly as she tucked her curly hair behind her ear, "My mother died of cancer two months ago. I was in a pretty good living situation until I actually heard from him and he said he think it'd be nice to actually patch things up for once. Him and my mother weren't on good terms after my birth." She scratched her head some, her brows furrowed in a small hint of frustration only for her to shrug it off. "So yeah. My mother said she didn't want me here unless either of them died and I guess that happened to be her.."
Adam wrapped an arm around her shoulder, giving her a quick kiss to the forehead, "Well I am truly sorry for your loss, lass. I'd love to take you out for a drink or two to help you forget your troubled mind." He chuckled as he watched her cheeks darken a bit, then shook his head, "Of course I'd need your dad's permission. He's kill me if I took you beyond the wall."
"The wall?" Moira tilted her head at him. Adam then nodded his head at the 13 foot tall stone wall and thick iron gates. Her eyes widened at the sight of the gates in both awe and worry. "What on earth could possibly be so dangerous here that my father decided he needed that?" she questioned in a shocked tone. Adam looked at her with a gravely serious look, "Everything."
