Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Aug 18, 2015 14:21:36 GMT -8
3077.05.20 | Mid-day
Some might argue that two months after a declaration of war was the wrong time for one of the leaders of one side to be visiting a still mostly neutral territory. Especially when that territory was neutral only because its own leadership was divided, with some arguing in favor of one side and some in favor of the other. Those very arguments had been advanced when T’kar first suggested that he take the next set of official communications to Telgar, and had only intensified when he pointed out that he’d used to live there.
Finally, he’d managed to convince them to send him, deal with all the assorted business involved in disappearing even for a day, and get Dalonia to move — what had she actually been doing there, anyway? — so that he could get all the straps on Ancalanath and take off. Strange, to be returning to Telgar, even for a visit. He’d lost track of time, it had already been turns since he’d been here last, yet both he and Ancalanath descended smoothly into the WeyrBowl, settling into the precise center of the structure like they had so many times before.
Oddly, some part of T’kar’s heart felt eased, as if the very scent of the air brought him something he’d missed. He’d grown up here, though he had truly found his own in the South, there was a part of him, that inner child, that would always take comfort from the scent of Telgar’s air, the sight of Telgar’s skies.
Some might argue that two months after a declaration of war was the wrong time for one of the leaders of one side to be visiting a still mostly neutral territory. Especially when that territory was neutral only because its own leadership was divided, with some arguing in favor of one side and some in favor of the other. Those very arguments had been advanced when T’kar first suggested that he take the next set of official communications to Telgar, and had only intensified when he pointed out that he’d used to live there.
Finally, he’d managed to convince them to send him, deal with all the assorted business involved in disappearing even for a day, and get Dalonia to move — what had she actually been doing there, anyway? — so that he could get all the straps on Ancalanath and take off. Strange, to be returning to Telgar, even for a visit. He’d lost track of time, it had already been turns since he’d been here last, yet both he and Ancalanath descended smoothly into the WeyrBowl, settling into the precise center of the structure like they had so many times before.
Oddly, some part of T’kar’s heart felt eased, as if the very scent of the air brought him something he’d missed. He’d grown up here, though he had truly found his own in the South, there was a part of him, that inner child, that would always take comfort from the scent of Telgar’s air, the sight of Telgar’s skies.