Feeling offended she speeds her beast up to catch up with cofus and rex. As the day turns to night many camps are set up along side the roads of the astran territories. Men of high nobility ,low nobility commoners and foreigners alike all heading off to see the fruition of the same goal rest along the sides of dirt roads making campfires and setting up camp sites of varying degree. The western forces of astra are mostly te to the defense but within the coming weeks a full dispy of the astrans power for war would be dispyed and at the heart of the soon conflict of two people; Is a foreigner from neither side. A young woman who simply wishes to redeem her families sacred beast.
Gora gets off her trusted stead and grabs her tent bag. As she holds the bag in her hands she cant help but chuckle abit as she goes to go put up her own tent for the night. Spring is soon in the air and to y in the astrans valleys without a covering of some kind is to subject oneself to the rains of the new year.
Seeing as gora liked to keep her person dry at most occasions she puts any pride she has as a princess aside and starts pitching up her tent like every other soldier there. Rex and the rest of his squad spend the afternoon setting up their tents. by the night all is set up and the 7 warriors all y by the campfire looking at each other barrels and mugs of alcohol were brought out and drank as he rex from the day’s travel.
Sicus as always pys in his pandura. Gora would be sitting around the others staring at the fire, her gaze never really leaving the fmes as her mind ponders its beauty and its existence. Not talking to the the other members of her party.Secomi sits away from the others simply polishing his sword. Utum sits among them swaying gently like a tree to Sicus’s strumming. His sister Arvus ys next to the fire her focus lost into her cup as rex starts telling cofus a tale of his younger years”back before Onei rose to be the high king of these fair nds cofus the nds of astra were a much more divided pce. Sure people like my father will tell you the kings could of battled for superiority for another 200 years and all would of been well the truth is i feel nostalgia blinds him. I remember the war unification as a war that costed most of the cns half their sons and while the cerana family now leads the western kingdom 400 years ago we called the nds of what is now the eastern kingdom home. cofus.’’
Rex catches his breath and sighs as cofus stares at him intrigued ”sorry i don’t mean to ramble my point is don’t let those geasers put ideas of grandeur and glory in your head kid. This will be the first battle you’ve taken part of so you’ll learn real quick that war is just war. No glory, no grandeur. There’s simply those who won those who lost those who died and those who lived. Each one of those people will affect the world in different ways. The dead of our kingdoms will be missed but more than that Theyll be sons who never learned their fathers trades and fathers who never raised their sons. So much to gain and even more to lose that is war cofus and don’t forget it”
he says, patting cofus on the back as he drinks his mug with another, the alcohol clearly starting to affect him. Gora and a few others had been listening to rexes little speech to varying degrees. Utum still just gently swaying to Sicus’s music who also seemed uninterested. Arvus seemed had to pass out spilling her alcohol on the ground as she falls asleep for the night in the dirt off the side of the road.
Utum eventually gets up and heading to bed Sicus soon follows after feeling quite tired himself. They moved slowly but gora just kept staring into the fire unsure of why shes here. She didn’t even really tell her grandfather goodbye. She gets up and looks at cofus and rex she looks at her mostly empty cup and sighs a drunken sighs then stumbles her way to her tent barely making it there without running into someone else’s tent. She ys in her tent arms fyed out as she rest on her bedroll. She thinks back on what rex said. If there was no glory or grandeur could there be any hope to redeem her spear. She thinks back to the lisad she spoke with and what she told him about what he believed what was right.
Was she even doing what she believed was right. She unwraps the spear in her drunken state and looks at it with a dim gze. It was so beautiful the most beautiful thing shes ever seen. Her ancestors war mounts produced the finest material in the world, gora thought. Her outfit and person was tastefully littered with ornaments made of the material.
Though as she looked upon the spear in her drunken state of mind she almost feels like crying as looks at the weapon. Her grandfather always hated weapons and yet here she was risking her life for this priceless weapon in a war that has nothing to do with her or her people. she gritted her teeth and clutched the weapon tightly thinking how much she wished she never id eyes on this cursed weapon.
Though as she passed out into the night she held tightly onto the weapon it mattered not that if anyone were to briefly peek into gora tent that they would see this luxurious item because they’d quickly take note of the woman’s hand who is firmly attached to said item.
Though no problem ever arose and gora fell asleep into the night holding onto her spear in the morning shed look at the item with it still clutched in her hands. She stares it down as shes deals with the morning grog. She lets out a heavy sigh and wraps the item back up and get ready for the day. Though the oncoming days would be quite uneventful as they travel to their destination.
