50th of Frost, Year 121 Steel
Aboard the ZADC Schattenflügel
Aboard the ZADC Schattenflügel
It had only been four days since Eitan Angevin was married, but here he was flying over the Northern Wilds from Zaichaer to Satesoria to confer with the chapter of the Order of Reconciliation there on the matter of Florian Albrecht. This wasn't his first time abroad in pursuit of the errant Lysanrin, nor the first time he had brought his mentee with him. Tobias seemed to perform better when Eitan was watching over him, both as an Aspirant and as a man. Perhaps it was because Eitan was his only ally and, now, friend. In any case, there had been a message from Satesoria, a possible sighting of his former private, and so they were en route so he could follow up.
He didn't have much hope that this would lead to anything, but he had to do his due diligence and see it through.
The Watcher seemed entirely recovered from the debaucherous party that had followed his wedding, but one could rarely tell with him.
"Fuck me," he muttered, surveying the frigate's aft shields. "Someone seems to run away from a fight."
He glanced at Tobias. "I hope you already got a bit of Mesmer practice this morning; today, I want to see you practice your Masquerade. Someday, I would like you to be able to cloak an entire ship with the illusion that it isn't there, so today, I want to see you make something small disappear. As with the Mesmer, though, baby steps. I don't want you overstepping. I want you to practice every day, but not to your limits. I want you to exercise those magical muscles, and when you know your own strength, we will start pushing your boundaries until you can manage more and more. Understood?"