13rd Frost, 123
The twins of House Leukos had granted the least son of House Phaedryn their bonding and, in poor return for their gift, Raithen had given them a pair of mirrors from a set of three that he knew well enough to use with his Traversion to speak through. Through this, he had kept in contact with the young Lord and Lady in the months that had passed between their departure from the land of endless sun.
He had felt unsure, at first, keeping himself from contacting them too often, but, as their connection had grown, he had felt safe chatting with them for a few minutes nearly every day. The mirrors had also made arrangements for his promised visit to their homeland significantly easier.
He hadn't known what to pack, in terms of clothing, so he'd brought the warmest things he had, which weren't very, and a significant enough amount of gold that he could buy whatever was needed upon his arrival where, presumably, their tailors would know their trade. It wasn't that he would be properly cold, though he could feel the cold, it simply never got to the point of being uncomfortable, or, at least, never had. But the locals of Kalzasi and Starfall might look askance at a man walking their frozen streets in little more than his golden skin.
He could have taken a portal, or asked Finn to open a door for him to Kalzasi, but he'd chosen to travel by more conventional means. While it didn't seem likely he would be called on to use his Traversion to move people or goods outside of Solunarium, it was still pleasant to have the ability. Thus, he spent the trip, moving by ships both on water and in the air, mapping the slipstream between his home and the various cities the transports stopped in.
There were many cities and even so-called empires to see on the northern continent, but none held particular interest for the young Dux. He learned the slipstream to them but didn't stay anywhere longer than that required, often on a new transport to his next destination before the day was out. It was more or less the same for the capital city of Kalzasi, a small city-state, so far as he could tell, with interesting architecture but nothing specific to hold his interest except that it was the closest to Starfall. House Leukos, he had learned, owed fealty to another, higher house, which owned its fealty to the throne, which had recently passed from one house to another after... well, he'd stopped following the instructor once it had started to get complicated. Raithen had enough trouble following the political machinations of his own people.
The Leukos' had sent an airship for him, which was waiting when the one he had arrived on docked and he saw no reason not to board immediately. The flight over the city was enough sightseeing for his taste, unless the twins decided they wanted to show him specific things.
Approaching the ship with his single, deceptively small, bag slung over one shoulder he waved to a crew member who was visible on deck and, in due course, a door was opened, a gangplank lowered, and he was aboard.
The twins of House Leukos had granted the least son of House Phaedryn their bonding and, in poor return for their gift, Raithen had given them a pair of mirrors from a set of three that he knew well enough to use with his Traversion to speak through. Through this, he had kept in contact with the young Lord and Lady in the months that had passed between their departure from the land of endless sun.
He had felt unsure, at first, keeping himself from contacting them too often, but, as their connection had grown, he had felt safe chatting with them for a few minutes nearly every day. The mirrors had also made arrangements for his promised visit to their homeland significantly easier.
He hadn't known what to pack, in terms of clothing, so he'd brought the warmest things he had, which weren't very, and a significant enough amount of gold that he could buy whatever was needed upon his arrival where, presumably, their tailors would know their trade. It wasn't that he would be properly cold, though he could feel the cold, it simply never got to the point of being uncomfortable, or, at least, never had. But the locals of Kalzasi and Starfall might look askance at a man walking their frozen streets in little more than his golden skin.
He could have taken a portal, or asked Finn to open a door for him to Kalzasi, but he'd chosen to travel by more conventional means. While it didn't seem likely he would be called on to use his Traversion to move people or goods outside of Solunarium, it was still pleasant to have the ability. Thus, he spent the trip, moving by ships both on water and in the air, mapping the slipstream between his home and the various cities the transports stopped in.
There were many cities and even so-called empires to see on the northern continent, but none held particular interest for the young Dux. He learned the slipstream to them but didn't stay anywhere longer than that required, often on a new transport to his next destination before the day was out. It was more or less the same for the capital city of Kalzasi, a small city-state, so far as he could tell, with interesting architecture but nothing specific to hold his interest except that it was the closest to Starfall. House Leukos, he had learned, owed fealty to another, higher house, which owned its fealty to the throne, which had recently passed from one house to another after... well, he'd stopped following the instructor once it had started to get complicated. Raithen had enough trouble following the political machinations of his own people.
The Leukos' had sent an airship for him, which was waiting when the one he had arrived on docked and he saw no reason not to board immediately. The flight over the city was enough sightseeing for his taste, unless the twins decided they wanted to show him specific things.
Approaching the ship with his single, deceptively small, bag slung over one shoulder he waved to a crew member who was visible on deck and, in due course, a door was opened, a gangplank lowered, and he was aboard.
