He took much comfort in the fact that she was a person who understood magic, and who was around his age. As much as he liked Jared, the blonde swordsman was woefully inept in even comprehending basic magic and its theories, which made discussions about Marcius's passion confused at best and short at worst.
Then his thoughts would inevitably turn to how the leather trousers hugged her hips, or about how she had confirmed that a potent magic spell had indeed been cast in his father's study, and thus the vicious unending cycle regarding his feelings concerning her would begin anew.
Both Jared and Marcius mounted their steeds, the beasts laden with supplies that they would need until they reached Harcourt, and joined Alicia who was waiting for them with an expression of strained patience.
As they approached, she deftly reared her own mount around, waiting until they were side by side before she wordlessly matched their pace. They took it slow as not to strain the animals, for there was a long road of travel in front of them. Marcius believed his chestnut colored horse was a poor substitute for Ruby; a thought which prompted him want to look back at a diminishing Rhensford.
He ignored that urge. He knew he was running away, but he didn't care.
Onward they continued for several hours, the three of them silent in each other's company as the sky grew gray with the coming of night, each content with their no doubt varied inner thoughts. The plan was to travel to the Academy in Aralene, making necessary stops along the way for the restocking of supplies. That way, Alicia had assured Marcius, he could join the institution with her recommendation backing him, and go about gathering info from within.
As much as the thought of joining that damnable Academy sickened Marcius, he realized it was prudent and necessary to finish his training as a wizard. He still had much to learn, and the chances he would be able to locate another rogue wizard to take him under their wing was little to none. Also, since it was obvious their antagonist was a wizard, it would be the only way he had a chance at revenge once he found who was responsible for ruining his life. Vengeance has a habit of making people become the very things they hate, and Marcius was no exception to this rule, nor was the irony lost to him.
Don't worry Marc, you and I are one, and our enemies will fall beneath our power, came the inner voice of Faerril, a near perfect image of his own. They will soon regret the actions they took on that day.
Marcius gave a brief start in his saddle, which thankfully went unnoticed by his two companions. Last thing he needed was them worrying about him some more, acting as if they were treading on eggshells, afraid that he may snap like his father at any moment. He was still being caught off guard at the familiar's new verbal presence in his head. It came so close to sounding like his own thoughts. Faerril had only started speaking yesterday, picking it up as easily as a babe taking their first breath when being born, and the wyvrr was getting better at it, seemingly by the hour.
The wyvrr's broken ribs seemed to have healed up remarkably quick, along with the injured leg. Marcius suspected some innate magic of the little beast had played a hand in the quick recovery.
He knew instinctively where his familiar was, walking along side the big beasts they rode, occasionally daring to dart playfully between their legs, all under the clandestine guise of invisibility. Marcius wondered absently where Alicia's raven familiar was. Since he had nothing better to do, he allowed himself to fall into his nether sight, using the entrancing show of colors and motion to soothe the homesickness that was beginning to form in his gut.
I hope so, Faerril. I'm not sure if perhaps I am biting off more than I can chew, or even if I am even up to the task.
I don't hope, I know, Marc. It is our destiny. He felt the pointed stare of his familiar, no doubt hurrying to keep up with the long legged strides of his horse, even before the wave of confidence hit him, imparted from Faerril over their emphatic link. He didn't really have a response to that, so he just kept silent, letting himself fall into the gentle rhythmic pattern of his horse's gait.
The breath caught in his throat as the slowly emerging stars began to mix against the eclectic swirling patterns of the nether realm, forming a beautiful backdrop of shifting art amongst the night sky.
Alicia had expertly led them to a suitable camping spot, far enough off the trail as to not attract unwanted attention, but close enough to quickly resume their course come the morning. Immediately they began to break camp, preparing to rest for the coming day.
Marcius watched the sun reluctantly surrender to the darkness as he unfurled his sleeping blankets on the still damp ground. The only thing in his mind was how this was the first night of his new life and he had no father nor Master to guide him. Marcius was on his own, with only two companions with dubious reasons known only to them, to accompany him. He was both excited and deathly afraid at what the coming days, weeks, and years held for him. How many more nights could he look forward to watching the stars glimmer in the sky? Would he wind up like his father, stricken down by an unknown spell so terrible that it could cause madness within the mind?
He shrugged inwardly, the motion doing much to conceal the anxiety he felt. Time would tell. What else could he do but wait and see?
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It didn't take long for the novelty of life on the road to wear thin. Five days, in fact, with at least another week and a half to go before reaching the city of Harcourt, where they would restock supplies before heading out again. Oh, of course Marcius still found it interesting, but the glaring annoyances that go hand in hand with having a ceiling of stars every night soon took center stage in his mind.
The books Jared liked to read never said anything about the sweat, pestering bugs, aching muscles, and uncomfortable sleeping arrangements, among other little annoyances. Not even the burgeoning autumn season gave them respite from it, for it was unusually warm this time of year, though the nights were still bone chillingly cold. It was a sharp contrast of extremes that made it difficult to fall into a comfortable pattern for the weary travelers.
Perhaps it would have been more bearable if he had interesting conversation to dull the throbbing pain of sitting in a saddle all day, but unfortunately it had only taken three days to exhaust every topic that came to mind with the swordsman.
Alicia, on the other hand, had maintained a stony silence. She was relatively friendly to the pair, but distanced as well; only coming out of her private musings to direct the two rookie travelers from time to time. The only true reprieve from his boredom was from Faerril. The familiar had become increasingly chatty over the past few days, but there were still only so many topics a still infantile familiar could carry on with his Master, so in reality it wasn't much.
They had set up camp this night about a hundred yards from the well traveled trading route they followed, within a small grassy knoll situated in the middle of the Solokivian woods, which they had been traveling through for the last day and a half. The woods were moderately thick, but compared to the Fae'lorea that he was used to, the difference between the two was black and white. The Solokivian woods seemed cheerful in that sense, a new experience for Marcius who had never traveled beyond visiting his Master. During the day he often saw small woodland creatures going about their daily business, the sunlight had cast checkered patterns through the canopy, and the night merely felt like a muted version of the day. No hint of the malicious sense the Fae'lorea usually cast upon a visitor.
Unfortunately today there was no nearby body of water, no running stream or river, so the three had to content themselves with their hard provisions of dried jerky as they huddled crossed legged around the fire on their bedrolls. The nights were still cold after all. Marcius found that he disliked the texture of the jerky; it was hard to tear and left a bad aftertaste in your mouth. Still, food was food. He just preferred to swallow this with as little chewing as possible. "So," said Jared, obviously addressing Alicia, in between ripping his meal with his teeth, "What's the schedule for tomorrow?"
Inwardly, Marcius was shaking his head. His friend had tried to prompt conversation from the introverted woman every night since they started. It always began with the same question and ended with her answering it with as few words as possible, then curling up in her sleeping blankets and going to sleep, or something dismissively similar. "Same as every day," she replied, looking up from her own meal, the sea-green eyes darting back and forth between Marcius and Jared. "We are nearing the Golean plains, which will be a hazard since it is easy to be spotted on account of how flat it is. That can be a danger for a small group like us. I'm thinking we should perhaps join a trade caravan if we spot one along the way. In the middle of the Golean is Harcourt." At that, she diverted her attention back to her own piece of dried meat, the conversation apparently over.
Jared looked a little put off, shifting around as if he was searching for some way to continue the conversation. Marcius had the urge to come to his friend's aid, but he didn't really feel like talking. The implications of his actions on taking this journey were just starting to sink in, and he found himself worrying about them more and more as time passed. "Didn't you go to Harcourt about four months ago?" Marcius blurted out before he even realized the words had taken form in his head. Apparently he wasn't as opposed to talking as he thought.