07-12-2018, 04:48 PM
The suffocating cloud of looming war had passed over Dalhurst, yet the intense bustle of the seaside city had not slowed in its wake. Reconstruction, reunions and restitution for the explosive collision between Lagallan loyalists and the Zodian navy kept inhabitants busy for weeks into the aftermath. In this chaotic-yet-hopeful period, Hodden found himself restlessly waiting for his injuries and those of incurred to the Atlas to heal. By all accounts, "they" had won with remarkably few casualties on both sides of the conflict, but a whisper of dread still permeated his heart and mind. The revelations regarding Laird's nature and his subsequent appearance only refreshed the Taguel's initial draw into the greater world: his 'connection' to imperceptible forces for weal or woe.
Something mentioned in passing by Alstroemeria, Connor's proficiency in curses, piqued his interest. But ever since Arcanon fell from its lofty perch the former prince of Lagalla had been nearly invisible, and Hodden doubted he'd have time for an admittedly-personal request (foreign dignitary or not). As if summoned from his morose self-pity, images of Orion and Seasil and especially Charmeuse suddenly left without a knight pierced his heart like an arrow and he forced himself out of bed with a jolt. He vowed to himself to get on his knees and beg if that's what it took; he wasn't leaving Saol Deo without some kind of answer as to what destiny had in store for him and his kin.
Fortunately for Hodden he didn't have to march on with a determined face for long; he spied Connor talking with Orion in the makeshift headquarters set up during the planning of the city's most recent battle. With one last sigh to clear away hesitation, Hodden approached during a break in the conversation with his liege. "Excuse me, Orion and Connor. If I may have a moment, I'd like to ask our benevolent host about somethin', well, rather personal."
Something mentioned in passing by Alstroemeria, Connor's proficiency in curses, piqued his interest. But ever since Arcanon fell from its lofty perch the former prince of Lagalla had been nearly invisible, and Hodden doubted he'd have time for an admittedly-personal request (foreign dignitary or not). As if summoned from his morose self-pity, images of Orion and Seasil and especially Charmeuse suddenly left without a knight pierced his heart like an arrow and he forced himself out of bed with a jolt. He vowed to himself to get on his knees and beg if that's what it took; he wasn't leaving Saol Deo without some kind of answer as to what destiny had in store for him and his kin.
Fortunately for Hodden he didn't have to march on with a determined face for long; he spied Connor talking with Orion in the makeshift headquarters set up during the planning of the city's most recent battle. With one last sigh to clear away hesitation, Hodden approached during a break in the conversation with his liege. "Excuse me, Orion and Connor. If I may have a moment, I'd like to ask our benevolent host about somethin', well, rather personal."