GoldenCat/GustOfWid
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Gust of Wind
Cael: Cael had waited until the early afternoon, when Cedric normally slept. He'd asked Cal to tell him when Cedric had gone to sleep, then given Millia an hour, to calm down, relax, unwind alittle. Then he made his way through the airship to her cabin, knocking softly on the door.
"Millia, may I come in?"
Millia: The prince slept, the golden light of the afternoon pouring through the windows... making it look like an old picture. The light was diffuse as it touched, making everything seem a little golden in the room... pleasantly warm, and the prince sleeping makes it seem so peaceful... so beautiful.
Millia plays with his hair a little, his shiny almost steel-tinged silver hair, as he sleeps to the side not to lay over his wings... her own twtching slightly as Cael speaks and breaks her out of her reverie.
"Of course, Cael." She says as she turns, a beautiful face showing a well-practiced, well-tended smile at him, her hair the same color as the sunlight, the faded gold... "Come in. Just... keep your voice low."
Cael: Cael nods, a faint, friendly smile on his face, the door silently sliding shut behind him as he steps into the room, sitting quietly on a chair across the room from Millia and the young prince. His shirt and trousers are white, contrasting with the black hair, and the amulet of his caste hangs outside his shirt.
"How is he? And how are you?"
Millia: Black and Red eyes take his appearance, every detail... "You look beautiful today, Windwraith."
"And, he..." She shudders. "He is still in denial. Asking me when we will see his parents... and missing his brother and sisters. Me and Cal and even Anne are helping, but... still... he cries sometimes. I wonder if part of him does not know..."
"Me? Happy to still be alive, I suppose... and worried with him. And with Alex..."
Cael: Cael smiles softly, a smile to melt hearts, warm them and lift them up. "Thank you, Millia." his eyes conveying that he finds her pleasing to the eye, though not in a laviscious way.
"That must be hard, for both him and you. I'm sorry that you have to deal with this, but you do seem to be coping well." his smile is encouraging as he goes on, promising her a trusting face to spill her secrets too. Something in his manner suggests that he would not be adverse to a correction on that last point.
Millia: "I try. For him... I try..."
Her hand leaves the young prince's hair, and she gets up, shaking...
"Can we talk... somewhere else? Calisara is watching over him, I know..."
Cael: "Of course, of course." He says softly, holding out a hand for her, to take if she wishes, or to be left. His face is a picture of quiet encouragement, compassion and the faint, indefinable aura of someone that can be trusted, trusted with just about anything.
With her, he goes to the rear lounge of the vessel, not much used at all these days, so they won't be disturbed, and the room would be warm and comforting at this time of the day, the sunlight coming in through the wide windows, illunating the comfortable chairs.
He guides her to a seat, then takes one on the sofa, so that she can join him if she wishes for the comfort. "Before we talk, would you like a drink? some food?"
Millia: She takes his hand, and smiles as she can.
But something is breaking, beneath her face.
Something... powerful...
She lets herself be taken, her steps matching his' as a royal attendant would. Etiquette, grace, beauty... walking with him, at the respectful distance as he leads, as if it was dance. And then she sits down, languid on the sofa. "Hmmm, wine. Red. And some of those pastries you made last night, Cal?"
Cael: "Mmmm, yes. The same for me, Cal my dear." He smiles up to the empty air, before turning to study his companion, watching the emotions play under her face, not letting on what he sees, not pressing, not yet.
He just creates a warm, comforting silence that seems to want to be filled...
Millia: The silence lasts a long time.
She looks at him... then at the windows... appearing to hold sunlight in her hand...
"It... it has been hard..."
"None of them realise how disfranchised they are, I think. I try to keep the wonderland around Cedric... Alex is too intent in his fight... I... don't know what they will be like when they realise it. That they have nothing... I am worried... my job is to keep Cedric safe and happy, Cael..."
"... but, right now, the only way to do it seems to be to keep reality away from him."
Cael: Cael keeps the encouraging smile as she speaks, not letting one iota of the regret ... his desire to show her it is all wrong ... that he feels at her words show on his face.
"Alex does not realise how disenfranchised he is, Millia, because he is not." He holds up a hand, to still the contradiction he sees her about to point out, "He has lost a lot, far more than anyone, especially that age deserves to lose, but he has gained certain things too. I'm not going to lie to you, and say the war will be easy, but when we win, Whiteshield is going to be rebuilt. Alex and Cedric will not be the last Holyswords." his voice is simple and firm, reassuring, but broking no contradiction.
"As to Cedric, yes, I feel you might have to hide from him a little longer. That is, alas, the sort of thing family should tell family."
"That is what I wanted to talk to you about." he nods a little, the hair settling with a small wave. "Soon, I'm taking Anne away from here, to enroll her in one of the academies, in Great Forks, which is far to the East of here, and well away from the war. What I want to ask you is, do you want to stay there, until the war is over, and your Prince has his country back?"
Millia: "But, but he has nothing! Nothing as his home, the Zephyr is yours... and rebuilding... my duties... I cannot do any of them for a prince without a kingdom..." There is loyalty in her eyes... such loyalty. If anything, she is loyal. But then, she stops, as if in trace by the mention of two words.
"The... Great Forks? That would be... can we really get there fast? Is the Zephyr... that would be... good, yes. The Holyswords have a great Manse there, the Princess Royal is due to be wed there soon... what remains of their wealth there must be untouched."
Cael: Cael smiles at her then, and makes a subtle and soft gesture with his hands, a fantastic swirl of golden kanji swirling in the small room, and then he is holding a delicate looking pink bloom, of the sort that only grows this far north in more sheltered locations. He offers it to her.
"While I'm not sure that the Prince can do this, he is not without his abilities to change the world now. He is not just a young boy any more. He will be able to take what remains of Whiteshield, and he will be able to make it better than it was before this started. You will not be servant to a prince without a kindgom" words ringing with soft confidefence.
"Calisara and the Zephyr, they can take us there in around a day." He nods "That would be Princess Elizabeth, yes? Perhaps we will be able to see her while we are there, and perhaps you can stay in the Holysword Manse. My suggestion was a little less ... grand, and did not involve touching the Holysword's wealth at all, for it isn't mine to touch, and the Prince is likely to be busy these next few days. I was going to offer you an appartment in the city, and tutors for the Prince, and yourself should you desire, along with what help you might need."
Millia: "Just my favorites... how...?" Surprise gives way to a happy, content smile as she takes them close to her chest...
"I... hope you are right, lord Pattonna. But... I would prefer to go to their Manse, yes. It may not be yours, but it is theirs. Cedric deserves to see his sister. She deserves to see him. He deserves a home all his own. And I wish to serve him where he should be. You have my deepest thanks for your offer, however..." She says, and bows in a most respectful way, bangs of her pale golden hair falling over her face cutely... "... you are truly a generous man. Now... you intend to drop Anne there? Even if she is away from the war... you do realise she is hopelessly enamored with you?"
Cael: "Magic, of course." Cael smiles, an aura of impossible mystery surrounding him at just that moment
"Of course." he says, acknowledging her bow with a nod and a smile "I fully understand your wishes for the young prince, and your desires. I suppose while I do not have the right of it, cedric most certainly does."
He smiles, alittle amused then "That fact had not escaped my attention, no." he shrugs "This is another reason for her to be there. She should know more of the world before she gives herself to me, if she still wants too."
Millia: He can notice she takes note of how he replies... of his posture... of the delay in his response. Of every small part of his contenance. "I see... you really sound sincere. I hope you are. Anne is too simple, and too nice, to ever see heartbroken." She smiles at him, and the sun takes her face as she does, with such happyness that her eyes seem to close... and yet, there is an edge of something... dangerous there. "If that happened, I would never, ever forgive you."
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