Viva la Vida

A Fight is More Alluring Than Siren Song

"...so Aeldun may come in a bit late tomorrow." Mirlan smirked as the queen finished her quick explanation.

"He can take the day off if he needs it. As physically strong as he is, his emotional state is easily flexible," he chuckled. "I remember when he first joined he always seemed stand off-ish, and only a few days later he was as depressed as you had been for a time. Found out his girlfriend had just left him and kicked him out of her house. I expect him to be a bit over-joyed for the next couple of days." He stood, re-tying his hair back in a once again feeble attempt at taming the wild violet locks. "I'll inform him when he comes in tomorrow he can take the next couple of days to himself and the little kitten."

He had met the girl personally before, and she did remind him much of a kitten, small, weak, but she still had a sort of will to fight, which he found would show through with her silver tongue. She had no issue speaking her mind if she felt it necessary, and he had witnessed the woman send a man to tears. In the short time he had known her he had of course come to respect her, though as usual with others, felt no romantic inclinations towards her.

He bid Arulet a good night as she left and let his smiling facade fall once she was out of sight. He sighed to himself, walking to his own room in the castle. A thought he frequently busied himself with once again entered his mind. He found himself bothered by his lack or romantic affection towards anyone he had met. Could no one in Alurn bring him happiness? He flopped backwards onto his bed, another heavy exhale escaping his lips.

He needed to schedule a day to visit Berolan. He was familiar with Arulet's aunt and cousin, an he would be lying to himself if he did not miss the company of the two, primarily Jaslie, Arulet's cousin. He had met them before he had met Arulet, the women allowing him shelter in their rather nice home after he barely escaped a nasty fight.

With the thought of the other Maclers in his head, he closed his eyes and his mind was filled with the still vibrant memories of the fight that had introduced him to the noble women.

The ocean. That was all Mirlan could see for miles from where he stood on a sandy shore. The salty scent of the air relaxed him, and he felt at home, despite the kingdom he came from being thousands of miles away. He had always felt trapped in Alurn, told that he would make a great king, that he would be the best ruler in his family when he came of age. He hated it. The thought of sitting on that throne with that kind of power disgusted and annoyed him. He would much rather his brother be in charge. At least Ralton was content being indoors so often.

The man with wild violet hair had run from his home, having left behind a note for his family to find. He had taken one of the ships and his own crew and fled to the seas. Mirlan had always had an affinity for water, and the large of expanse of it near his kingdom seemed to beckon him every time he saw it from the view of his own window. He currently stood on the shore of Berolan, a trip that had taken two weeks to make, and he was satisfied with having made it with little to no issue.

He finally turned from the sea and looked to his crew, alerting them he would be leaving and they could do as they pleased, as long as none found themselves in trouble and they met back within the agreed four days. With nods of understanding, he took off into the forests of the land, having heard stories of the creatures they may contain.

Alurn's forests were filled primarily with different forest animals and insects, often varying size, from extreme smalls to horrifying heights. A spider in Alurn could be as big as your pinky or the size of your living room, and every size in between, but he had heard Berolan's woodlands were contaminated more with mystical creatures than oddly sized animals. He had seen his own fair share of sirens, so the belief that magic beings did not exist was entirely lost on him, as more than once he had heard their alluring tune. He looked now for more dangerous beings, though, rather than the beautiful. Sirens and nymphs could dance as they please, but their loveliness would never draw him in. His heart belonged to the sea, he believed, rather than anything else.