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How many years had it been? Too many. Far too many. Hearts near empty and hungered for what they knew. A return to the familiar. A return to the familial.
A gray cloak walked down the ramp of a ship from the east. It had been a long journey. Months in fact. Pulling back the hood Kaelen looked around Elbion. This wasn't home. It wasn't Mystmarch. It wasn't Silverhearth. It was time for him to return. Not like the short time he had when his father was passing though. It was time for a true return home. For him. For his men. They had been gone for far, far too long.
The Mystmarch garrison in Elbion, if a converted warehouse could really be called that, was as busy as ever. The combatant and noncombatant forces moved around quickly. This was foreign soil yet what they did was important. The exchange was never ending. They had to ensure the safety of their own coming from the Storm Isles, be a friendly face for their traders, and be the ones that the Elbion authorities went to about all matters regarding Marchers. It was exhausting administrative work that Blackwall hated. He was a soldier, a warrior. His hands were meant to grip bow and shaft not quill and paper. How had the commander dealt with all of it? The black furred wolf just shook his head then went back to staining his fur with a slightly different shade of ink.
A knock on the door offered a distraction from the tedious work. Blackwall sneered in his joy. Looking up he saw a leaner wolf with tan fur. Windpaw from the scouts. At least the younger wolf would be if they were acting like a regular army. Now he was a glorified cub watcher and messenger boy. So much wasted talent. With irritation from the work rather than the interruption Blackwall barked, "What is it?"
With some hesitation Windpaw responded, "Uh. Well...."
"Just say it or get back to your duties."
"Right... The commander is alive and in the kitchen area."
Blackwall froze up. The commander was alive and back? Kaelen was here right now? That silver blooded son of a bi-
Blackwall stood up suddenly, spilling his open inkwell all over the documents he had worked so hard on until now. The wolf began to stride past his junior and out into the open garrison. Past makeshift walls of canvas he bonded until he came to the kitchen area. Sitting at one of the tables enjoying a bowl of beans and a pint of cheap ale was the silvery haired fool himself. Straight to him the black furred wolf went.
Kaelen had watched his men as he enjoyed a familiar meal. Whispers, stares, and a few brave greetings. You would think they had seen a ghost. Probably did. It would seem superstitious to the people of Elbion but for the people of the Storm Isles it was reasonable. Spirits were not as uncommon as the locals would like. Hearing familiar footsteps, Kaelen said without looking up, "Been keeping things in order while I was gone. Good job."
The wolf stopped. "Thank you sir. Glad to see you still breathing."
"A blessing of the gods I assure you. Now, bring me writing materials. I have some letters to send."
"Yes sir. To the council and your family I assume."
"Aye." Kaelen turned to look at his second in command. "It is time we head back home."
Gihada Kierkegarde Caelestis no Elani
A gray cloak walked down the ramp of a ship from the east. It had been a long journey. Months in fact. Pulling back the hood Kaelen looked around Elbion. This wasn't home. It wasn't Mystmarch. It wasn't Silverhearth. It was time for him to return. Not like the short time he had when his father was passing though. It was time for a true return home. For him. For his men. They had been gone for far, far too long.
The Mystmarch garrison in Elbion, if a converted warehouse could really be called that, was as busy as ever. The combatant and noncombatant forces moved around quickly. This was foreign soil yet what they did was important. The exchange was never ending. They had to ensure the safety of their own coming from the Storm Isles, be a friendly face for their traders, and be the ones that the Elbion authorities went to about all matters regarding Marchers. It was exhausting administrative work that Blackwall hated. He was a soldier, a warrior. His hands were meant to grip bow and shaft not quill and paper. How had the commander dealt with all of it? The black furred wolf just shook his head then went back to staining his fur with a slightly different shade of ink.
A knock on the door offered a distraction from the tedious work. Blackwall sneered in his joy. Looking up he saw a leaner wolf with tan fur. Windpaw from the scouts. At least the younger wolf would be if they were acting like a regular army. Now he was a glorified cub watcher and messenger boy. So much wasted talent. With irritation from the work rather than the interruption Blackwall barked, "What is it?"
With some hesitation Windpaw responded, "Uh. Well...."
"Just say it or get back to your duties."
"Right... The commander is alive and in the kitchen area."
Blackwall froze up. The commander was alive and back? Kaelen was here right now? That silver blooded son of a bi-
Blackwall stood up suddenly, spilling his open inkwell all over the documents he had worked so hard on until now. The wolf began to stride past his junior and out into the open garrison. Past makeshift walls of canvas he bonded until he came to the kitchen area. Sitting at one of the tables enjoying a bowl of beans and a pint of cheap ale was the silvery haired fool himself. Straight to him the black furred wolf went.
Kaelen had watched his men as he enjoyed a familiar meal. Whispers, stares, and a few brave greetings. You would think they had seen a ghost. Probably did. It would seem superstitious to the people of Elbion but for the people of the Storm Isles it was reasonable. Spirits were not as uncommon as the locals would like. Hearing familiar footsteps, Kaelen said without looking up, "Been keeping things in order while I was gone. Good job."
The wolf stopped. "Thank you sir. Glad to see you still breathing."
"A blessing of the gods I assure you. Now, bring me writing materials. I have some letters to send."
"Yes sir. To the council and your family I assume."
"Aye." Kaelen turned to look at his second in command. "It is time we head back home."
Gihada Kierkegarde Caelestis no Elani