Dark Shadows 
3rd of Ash, 122nd Year, A.o.S.
Life had a way of bringing them together and then pulling them apart, like two magnetic forces alternating between attraction and opposition. However, Rickter would not dwell on whatever Fates had deemed between them for the time being. His affiliation with the Lady of Whispers was always an enigma for him to sort out anyway, but when he had other important matters on hand to see to...
Well, there he was. As Rickter could see the ports that veined into Lake Udori from the property, the wolf marched steadily up toward the front door of the building that had been deemed Lyra's mansion. It had been a long while since he'd actually visited this place, having remembered that it had been completed practically a year ago. Rickter had worn simple garb for this occasion, dressed in a white shirt over his beige trousers, the traditional "Rickter" look as some would say when they'd see him walking by. "So who are we meeting exactly?"
The Atinoran beside him had worn his brown tunic without the leather vest, his white sleeves rolled up to the elbows as he finished combing fingers through his hair. Clearly, Patrick wanted to look spiffy for any possible nobility they were going to meet, but if only he knew, just what kind of person that Lyra (or even Lyrielle) tended to be. Thus, when they reached the manor's front door, the wolf paused, realizing the answer to that question when he looked at Patrick with a brief note of concern.
With a hand gently but firmly patted on the Atinoran's shoulder, Rickter gave the man a knowing grin before he channeled aether through that hand. "Just a mutual friend I haven't checked on in a while. You'll find that she... grows on you. In time." Perhaps that was the case, although, Rickter still would never outright trust her as he had the past few months. He had stooped at a low last season when things got out of hand, but now, he was far better equipped to handle the circumstances set before him.
Thus as he solidified the placement of an anchor onto Patrick alone, Rickter laced the ward into it to ensure his companion would be safe from the Whisperer's influence. The Atinoran looked to him a little questionably in regards to the answer Rickter gave, but the wolf still pretended to smile at least, when he decidedly knocked on one of the double doors to Lyra's mansion. It took no longer than at least four seconds for footsteps to click behind it, and when it came to an open before them, Patrick's wandering gaze shifted from the eerie carved creaturs behind them to the figure beyond the threshold.
"Ah, Lord Rickter..." The silver-haired butler acknowledged as the wolf's gaze fell upon him, Rickter himself modestly smirked in response to the sight of the Siltori in front of him. "Master Salem." There was that tepid glint of appreciation in the butler's eyes, before they shifted onto Patrick with a narrow of curiosity. Yet another look of admiration from the man. "Rickter"
"The Lady is inside, yes." Salem answered briskly as the wolf chuffed from his correction. "I take it you wish to see her?"
"That would be greatly appreciated." He assured the Siltori as the man looked thoughtfully at the two men. Finally, with a very brief sigh, he opened the door wider and allowed the both of them to enter.
"Very well, right this way." He said as the wolf nodded for Patrick to enter first, the Atinoran beheld a look of uncertainty, but nonetheless took the invitation as a means of getting out of the cold. Kalzasi still had chiller weather than what his Atinoran members were accustomed to, while Telion seemed better acquainted with it compared to Patrick, it was always around this time of year that they both started to wear extra layers.
Having entered behind him, the wolf gave the Siltori a firm nod before they stood within the lobby of the first room. Having been here only once Rickter had almost forgotten what the interior looked like, and already he felt a chill creep down his spine, giving him the ghostly feeling of a tail tucked between his legs. But he didn't feel that way this time thankfully, rather, he was motivated to see what he could learn from Lyra in just this one visit alone. They had always danced around one another before, when it came to things they wanted to know about one another, but perhaps now with all that had happened between them...
They could finally find an understanding between them. "Wow, nice... place." Patrick's tone definitely didn't speak anxiousness to Rickter, but given that the Atinoran was their newest addition to the Pack, the wolf had figured it best to keep him around while the other two were busy with other things. "Thank you," Salem regarded with a bow before he looked from Patrick to Rickter, "I will announce your arrival to the Lady. It'll be just a minute." And on that note the Siltori marched off, eager as ever to please his master. Not that the wolf blamed the man, he likely found purpose working under Lyra and her affairs. She had slowly grown into the ever-busy body Rickter knew her to be, ever since their first encounter when he'd helped brought her back to the surface.
Thus the two men stood within the courtyard of the room, the wolf's aura gradually thickening until he began to radiate a well of natural aether. Not enough to be seen by the naked eye, but at the very least, enough that even Patrick noticed a stark tension in the air around Rickter. "...Is she really a friend?" The wolf nearly scoffed but he still settled for another chuff, even made a little groan at the end of it before he looked to the Atinoran.
"Believe me that's a more complicated question than I can answer right now." Regardless he looked about the room to see where the Lady might come from, his aura laced with a similar ward to the one he'd instilled on Patrick the moment they arrived. While they were protected from any suggestions that might've crept in their thoughts, Rickter didn't bother to mask the aura itself like he had done before, for he wanted Lyra to know who She was dealing with. He wanted to remind her that he wasn't here for any games.
Just the ever impossible goal of getting back what's been taken from him.
Well, there he was. As Rickter could see the ports that veined into Lake Udori from the property, the wolf marched steadily up toward the front door of the building that had been deemed Lyra's mansion. It had been a long while since he'd actually visited this place, having remembered that it had been completed practically a year ago. Rickter had worn simple garb for this occasion, dressed in a white shirt over his beige trousers, the traditional "Rickter" look as some would say when they'd see him walking by. "So who are we meeting exactly?"
The Atinoran beside him had worn his brown tunic without the leather vest, his white sleeves rolled up to the elbows as he finished combing fingers through his hair. Clearly, Patrick wanted to look spiffy for any possible nobility they were going to meet, but if only he knew, just what kind of person that Lyra (or even Lyrielle) tended to be. Thus, when they reached the manor's front door, the wolf paused, realizing the answer to that question when he looked at Patrick with a brief note of concern.
With a hand gently but firmly patted on the Atinoran's shoulder, Rickter gave the man a knowing grin before he channeled aether through that hand. "Just a mutual friend I haven't checked on in a while. You'll find that she... grows on you. In time." Perhaps that was the case, although, Rickter still would never outright trust her as he had the past few months. He had stooped at a low last season when things got out of hand, but now, he was far better equipped to handle the circumstances set before him.
Thus as he solidified the placement of an anchor onto Patrick alone, Rickter laced the ward into it to ensure his companion would be safe from the Whisperer's influence. The Atinoran looked to him a little questionably in regards to the answer Rickter gave, but the wolf still pretended to smile at least, when he decidedly knocked on one of the double doors to Lyra's mansion. It took no longer than at least four seconds for footsteps to click behind it, and when it came to an open before them, Patrick's wandering gaze shifted from the eerie carved creaturs behind them to the figure beyond the threshold.
"Ah, Lord Rickter..." The silver-haired butler acknowledged as the wolf's gaze fell upon him, Rickter himself modestly smirked in response to the sight of the Siltori in front of him. "Master Salem." There was that tepid glint of appreciation in the butler's eyes, before they shifted onto Patrick with a narrow of curiosity. Yet another look of admiration from the man. "Rickter"
"The Lady is inside, yes." Salem answered briskly as the wolf chuffed from his correction. "I take it you wish to see her?"
"That would be greatly appreciated." He assured the Siltori as the man looked thoughtfully at the two men. Finally, with a very brief sigh, he opened the door wider and allowed the both of them to enter.
"Very well, right this way." He said as the wolf nodded for Patrick to enter first, the Atinoran beheld a look of uncertainty, but nonetheless took the invitation as a means of getting out of the cold. Kalzasi still had chiller weather than what his Atinoran members were accustomed to, while Telion seemed better acquainted with it compared to Patrick, it was always around this time of year that they both started to wear extra layers.
Having entered behind him, the wolf gave the Siltori a firm nod before they stood within the lobby of the first room. Having been here only once Rickter had almost forgotten what the interior looked like, and already he felt a chill creep down his spine, giving him the ghostly feeling of a tail tucked between his legs. But he didn't feel that way this time thankfully, rather, he was motivated to see what he could learn from Lyra in just this one visit alone. They had always danced around one another before, when it came to things they wanted to know about one another, but perhaps now with all that had happened between them...
They could finally find an understanding between them. "Wow, nice... place." Patrick's tone definitely didn't speak anxiousness to Rickter, but given that the Atinoran was their newest addition to the Pack, the wolf had figured it best to keep him around while the other two were busy with other things. "Thank you," Salem regarded with a bow before he looked from Patrick to Rickter, "I will announce your arrival to the Lady. It'll be just a minute." And on that note the Siltori marched off, eager as ever to please his master. Not that the wolf blamed the man, he likely found purpose working under Lyra and her affairs. She had slowly grown into the ever-busy body Rickter knew her to be, ever since their first encounter when he'd helped brought her back to the surface.
Thus the two men stood within the courtyard of the room, the wolf's aura gradually thickening until he began to radiate a well of natural aether. Not enough to be seen by the naked eye, but at the very least, enough that even Patrick noticed a stark tension in the air around Rickter. "...Is she really a friend?" The wolf nearly scoffed but he still settled for another chuff, even made a little groan at the end of it before he looked to the Atinoran.
"Believe me that's a more complicated question than I can answer right now." Regardless he looked about the room to see where the Lady might come from, his aura laced with a similar ward to the one he'd instilled on Patrick the moment they arrived. While they were protected from any suggestions that might've crept in their thoughts, Rickter didn't bother to mask the aura itself like he had done before, for he wanted Lyra to know who She was dealing with. He wanted to remind her that he wasn't here for any games.
Just the ever impossible goal of getting back what's been taken from him.
"Common" "Synskrit" "Norvaegan"
"Rickter" "Patrick"
"Rickter" "Patrick"
"Every side attacks you when you don't pick sides."
