If something's worth doing...
Day: 15
Time: 19.25
Raven walked into the room that he kept in the Spitzberg Castle as he quickly changed his clothes, now dirty from the long journey that he had just made. His mind still rested on his encounter with Cheri. There was an extra hunch in his shoulder as he cleaned and redressed and his sigh was more heartfelt than usual. Now clean and decked out in his usual uniform, he left his room to find Stoffel.
The man who was at once brother, friend and superior would need a report on what he had found out and of course, the usual talking out of whatever plan would come to his mind. The blond was waiting for him in the gardens, eager for news of the Castle, his sister and of course, the war. Raven briefed him quickly, with the minimum of words. Stoffel had already hatched the beginnings of a plan by the time Raven had finished and it was yet again down to the grey haired man to show the flaws and problems with the plan. Stoffel reluctantly agreed.
When Stoffel moved on to the subject of Cheri, Raven had to take a moment to compose himself before answering the questions that the blond noble asked. Yes, she was well. No, she wasn't embarrassing the family name. Yes, she was still wearing revealing clothes. No, it didn't look like she would change them if asked. Yes, she's happy. No, she's not heading off around the world again. Yes, she has a man. No, he's not a good one. Raven stopped as the questions did, suddenly realising what he had said. He cursed himself internally. He had not meant to tell Stoffel about the ape reemergance of her late husband. Stoffel was fit to jump straight onto his horse and ride into Blood Pledge Castle and forbid his sister from seeing that "vagabond". Only Raven's insistance of how that would only drive Cheri into her late husband's arms stalled the larger man in his tracks.
Stoffel paced and paced trying to spark a thought between moments of rage. Finally, a glint of intelligence lit up the blond's eyes. Raven could only dread the next words...
"Ah hah! You will dispatch yourself as the military attache to the Spitzberg lands. You will be tasked with keeping an eye on what Dai Shimeron is doing as well as my sister's late husband."
Raven held his composure at the declaration. He wasn't exactly sure what to say to the blond noble. He tried to change the other man's mind.
"But, von Spitzberg-sama..."
"No arguments... This is perfect!" Stoffle continued, wandering off as he spoke.
Raven quickly followed, saying nothing. It was often best to wait until the rant was over before inserting logical thought. But his heart was not in it. He wanted to be close to Cheri. He tried another couple of times, half-heartedly to interject but Stoffel was still talking. Stoffel turned eventually and with expectant eyes asked what Raven thought. Raven allowed his common sense to be over written as he nodded once. Stoffel's smile almost cracked his face in two.
"So it's decided!"
Again, Raven nodded. A part of his mind niggled that he should listen to Cheri and stay to take care of her brother and his friend but for the first time he didn't listen to his mind. He had a new duty, military attache, and he would do his best to serve the Spitzberg interests at the castle.
With a night's sleep under his belt, he again saddled his horse and started on the trek back to the Castle. The ride was uneventful, a good thing seeing as his mind kept wandering to an angelic face with the most delightful golden hair. It was almost the full day again when he arrived in the castle, where he was quickly shown back to the quarters he had lodged in up until the previous day. With the kindest of thanks, he requested that the maid helping him do one more task. He wrote a painfully-slow quick letter with many drafts to Cheri informing her that he had returned.
Cheri-sama,
At the bequest of your brother, I have returned to take up a position of military attache to the Spitzberg family at this time. Stoffel-san believes that this will be the best way for our interests to be informed of recent events concerning the recent conflicts. I will of course present myself to you as soon as I have made myself presentable.
Yours,
Raven.
He quietly thanked the maid and excused himself to find the baths again. Two days worth of dust was not the proper attire for meeting one's intended.
Time: 19.25
Raven walked into the room that he kept in the Spitzberg Castle as he quickly changed his clothes, now dirty from the long journey that he had just made. His mind still rested on his encounter with Cheri. There was an extra hunch in his shoulder as he cleaned and redressed and his sigh was more heartfelt than usual. Now clean and decked out in his usual uniform, he left his room to find Stoffel.
The man who was at once brother, friend and superior would need a report on what he had found out and of course, the usual talking out of whatever plan would come to his mind. The blond was waiting for him in the gardens, eager for news of the Castle, his sister and of course, the war. Raven briefed him quickly, with the minimum of words. Stoffel had already hatched the beginnings of a plan by the time Raven had finished and it was yet again down to the grey haired man to show the flaws and problems with the plan. Stoffel reluctantly agreed.
When Stoffel moved on to the subject of Cheri, Raven had to take a moment to compose himself before answering the questions that the blond noble asked. Yes, she was well. No, she wasn't embarrassing the family name. Yes, she was still wearing revealing clothes. No, it didn't look like she would change them if asked. Yes, she's happy. No, she's not heading off around the world again. Yes, she has a man. No, he's not a good one. Raven stopped as the questions did, suddenly realising what he had said. He cursed himself internally. He had not meant to tell Stoffel about the ape reemergance of her late husband. Stoffel was fit to jump straight onto his horse and ride into Blood Pledge Castle and forbid his sister from seeing that "vagabond". Only Raven's insistance of how that would only drive Cheri into her late husband's arms stalled the larger man in his tracks.
Stoffel paced and paced trying to spark a thought between moments of rage. Finally, a glint of intelligence lit up the blond's eyes. Raven could only dread the next words...
"Ah hah! You will dispatch yourself as the military attache to the Spitzberg lands. You will be tasked with keeping an eye on what Dai Shimeron is doing as well as my sister's late husband."
Raven held his composure at the declaration. He wasn't exactly sure what to say to the blond noble. He tried to change the other man's mind.
"But, von Spitzberg-sama..."
"No arguments... This is perfect!" Stoffle continued, wandering off as he spoke.
Raven quickly followed, saying nothing. It was often best to wait until the rant was over before inserting logical thought. But his heart was not in it. He wanted to be close to Cheri. He tried another couple of times, half-heartedly to interject but Stoffel was still talking. Stoffel turned eventually and with expectant eyes asked what Raven thought. Raven allowed his common sense to be over written as he nodded once. Stoffel's smile almost cracked his face in two.
"So it's decided!"
Again, Raven nodded. A part of his mind niggled that he should listen to Cheri and stay to take care of her brother and his friend but for the first time he didn't listen to his mind. He had a new duty, military attache, and he would do his best to serve the Spitzberg interests at the castle.
With a night's sleep under his belt, he again saddled his horse and started on the trek back to the Castle. The ride was uneventful, a good thing seeing as his mind kept wandering to an angelic face with the most delightful golden hair. It was almost the full day again when he arrived in the castle, where he was quickly shown back to the quarters he had lodged in up until the previous day. With the kindest of thanks, he requested that the maid helping him do one more task. He wrote a painfully-slow quick letter with many drafts to Cheri informing her that he had returned.
Cheri-sama,
At the bequest of your brother, I have returned to take up a position of military attache to the Spitzberg family at this time. Stoffel-san believes that this will be the best way for our interests to be informed of recent events concerning the recent conflicts. I will of course present myself to you as soon as I have made myself presentable.
Yours,
Raven.
He quietly thanked the maid and excused himself to find the baths again. Two days worth of dust was not the proper attire for meeting one's intended.