| [Well, basically, the situation is this: Lancelot thought it would be a good idea to send some of Feendrache's knight trainees to Irestill as part of an exchange program of sorts. It'd give them some time away from home to mature and be more independent on their own; it'd give them a challenge, adapting the techniques they've learned to unfamiliar terrain and a new environment. Politically, it's smart of Feendrache to endear itself to the fledgling republic of Irestill as well — and, somewhat crucially, the second-year knight trainees, having developed some sense of chivalry over the past year, are less likely to get in trouble than the first-years.
The journey from Feendrache to far-flung Irestill was a long one, but not especially difficult. The crew of the Grandcypher lent their assistance as always, making the flight relatively comfortable, but once the members of the former Team Chickadee landed in Irestill, they'd been assigned to separate tasks. Arthur and Mordred were lucky enough (aren't they always lucky enough?) to be assigned the guardianship of the former Prince Seruel; Tornelio, being the sort of lad who generally attracts concern towards his person, was fortunate enough to settle in with the gentle and maternal Princess Heles.
That left Cruz to be commanded by Sir Naoise, and if the boy is happy about the arrangement, he doesn't show it.
The knight trainee has, thus far, not shown much of a response to anything, really. It's not as though he's incapable of emotion, surely — he smiled visibly at Tornelio before they parted ways, spoke to Mordred in a quiet voice before he turned and left for Naoise's quarters. And yet, as he stands across from Naoise, one fist pressed to his chest in salute, there isn't an ounce of fear or nervousness in his expression. Not a lock of hair out of place, not a single nervous tic in his limbs or his fingers. The sword at his hip would be decently heavy even for a grown man, but its weight doesn't seem to bother him. His gaze is steady and blue as the ocean lapping back and forth at the shore.]
...Cruz. Reporting for duty, sir.
[Is he unhappy to be apart from his peers? Or is this just the way he is?] |
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