#muse ;; ZENOS ( VERSE . DAWNTRAIL )

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When first Ro had told him he was soon to be departing on another grand journey, Zenos was admittedly a touch irritated. Word of another universe ending catastrophe had not yet passed this far along, meaning this HAD to be an excursion of minor import--- and were they not working on turning those down? On NOT filling up a book set's worth of menial tasks out of an unhealthy codependency on the Warrior of Light?

' Naught is amiss, ' Rothalion claims. ' 'Tis not what this journey is for, ' Rothalion reassures, yet Zenos is still not convinced even as he watches the elezen pack items that looked less ideal for battle, and more suited for an afternoon of lounging at Costa del Sol. An invitation to JOIN him is extended and encouraged, as if Zenos hadn't made it blatantly obvious that he wished to accompany the elezen in the way the Garlean prince was slowly following him all over the house.

A few more words and affectionate gestures later, and Zenos is on a boat right alongside his partner. A boat... SEPARATE from the savior's companions, of course, but he prefers it this way if it will keep their commentary from souring what Rothalion was evidently very excited for.

" Where is this... location we are traveling to again? " And why, more notably, is he wearing SHORTS?

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Rothalion's excitement is strangely infectious. Zenos may not show it 'pon his own visage, but as the shorter man tugs him along, his usual slow drawl of a pace picks up, and his eyes are set upon the horizon to take in the sights himself. The breeze felt divine 'pon skin and within hair, air fresh, CRISP, and the sun is swift in making its presence known against pale flesh that certainly needed it.

Yet, even as the sight of the approaching land is within view, Zenos' eyes are locked upon Rothalion. " ... very beautiful, indeed. " The way his eyes brighten, his head is held high, his entire body language all but exudes elation. Never has he seen the war weary hero so HAPPY before, any lingering doubts about this trip now almost gone entirely. He would still be guarded, discouraging any attempts to USE the Warrior of Light for his selfless need to service and appease, but they are off to a good, stable start.

" Hm? " Afraid of heights? HIM? He fears nothing... nay, that is no longer true. What he fears has nothing to do with the inquiry, so he shoves it to the back of his mind. " Negative. Anything that shall permit us to expedite the last leg of this journey is welcomed. " Including, but not limited to, taking advantage of Rothalion's winged friend's ability to take flight. He raises observant eyes to take in the sight of the dragon, silently appreciating the marvel; indeed, had he choice of a companion of his own, 'tis likely he would follow in Rothalion's footsteps. " I am certain being a dragon, and riding upon one, are two very different experiences. I should like to see how it feels. "

He shall await Ro's guidance on the matter, however, before moving. He knows not where he stands in the eyes of the dragon, even if fully aware the majestic beast likely would have long since made any disapproval known had it existed.

He hums, furrowing brows as he stretched. He dropped his arms and rolled his shoulders, only dragging himself from bed when Zenos had already stood. He cast a smile his way, brushing a hand over his shirt a few times. Rothalion then turned to his bag; he himself had chosen to pack far more loosely. Within his sizeable bag was stored clothes, coin, several water crystals, sunscreen, a swimsuit and sunglasses to save him the migraines that come with open tropical locations. Although he was certain that the markets would likely carry any necessity they may be lacking he would still go above and beyond with additional items such as waterskins, medical supplies and a fair helping of herbs to aid in easing any manner of ill symptoms or pain. Ro had thought of much, knowing full well that while they would spend ample time within the city they would no doubt need travel outside it at some point; to that end he would not have anyone suffer so much as a sneeze without something to help.

That didn't at all consider the heavy gear he kept in there either, nor the lance he had brought for much the same reasons. He doubted a campaign would be all sitting about, and he was not about to be unprepared for anything.

Still, as he finishes packing the mountain of things he had on his person and swung his bag over his shoulder, free hand snatching the lance that had been left leaning against a wall, he was all smiles and cheer. His mind let slip the very concept of trouble, so focused upon the enjoyment of experiencing something so new and pleasant with Zenos.

Ro strode to the stairs, reaching out to brush fingertips along Zen's arm ere he snatched his hand and began to pull him along.

"Come now, we shall witness the majesty of the city together!" he chirped. No amount of weight upon his person or short stature could stop the elezen from taking the stairs two at a time in his excitement, reaching the door in what felt like record time. He stepped out into the bright sun, shielding his eyes with a hand so he may look out across the harbour. What met his eyes was... amazing.

Still were they some distance away, the shallow reefs spelling trouble for the large ships or so he was told. Across colourful reefs stood the city of Tuliyollal, tall and imposing if not for the sheer amount of colour that shone from all manner of plant life and banners. Ro's eyes sparkled as he stared upon it, eyes scanning from the long docks to the castle that stood far above. Something to be noted was the sheer number of stairs here, but thankfully stairs weren't an issue for him - as if he would realistically take each step anyway.

He spun to face Zenos, eyes shining with brilliant wonder and smile wide.

"Look at it! Is it not beautiful?" he gasped, his head turning to admire it once more. He trotted out further on the dock, laughing and raising an arm. "Zenos, are you afraid of heights? Because I have a far quicker method to reach the docks," he called, just as a shadow was cast across a majority of the ship. The dragon landed upon the widest space upon the deck, long neck craning to look towards Zenos as he shifted upon taloned wings.

"I'm sure you've been on an airship, but have you ever riden upon a dragon?" Rothalion asked, trotting back to his beloved.

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" There we are. " His bones may somewhat ache from the less than ideal sleeping arrangements, he is content, even still, to see that Rothalion had rested well enough. Were the boat not soon to be pulling into the harbor, he'd have let the elezen sleep for however long he wished; alas, they will soon be kicked off anyway. May as well gather their things and leave of their own accord.

With a gentle stroke of hand 'gainst Rothalion's face, Zenos finally sets to move and rise thereafter. He hadn't brought much -- nothing beyond a weapon or two ( all for self defense ), some clothing, and necessities Rothalion had instructed him to bring. 'Tis not as if sun and sand are things he is USED to; Garlemald possesses anything but; a cold, dreary, desolate land that has suffered much to get to that point. He will largely be at the mercy of Rothalion's instruction during this trip, not that he much minds it.

The elezen has yet to steer him wrong.

As predicted, he must tend to his hair yet again, but only so any strands shuffled out of place during their rest are guided back to their sleek and uniform position. Already garbed and belongings now gathered, he stands by the door and waits for Rothalion to conclude his own packing. Only right that his beloved have first peek of their nearing destination once they return to the deck; Zenos, of course, would be right behind him.

Even when it would have benefited him, Rothalion too had struggled to find sleep. He avoided it for some time, wearing himself down until he passed out from extreme exhaustion that may take away his nightmares. Sometimes it did, but other times he would rouse too soon in a sweat. His sleep, if ever forced to partake, was always light and bordering on consciousness for there were many circumstances where to be caught asleep was a risk. Even Zenos had been a concern in days long gone, Rothalion unaware of exactly what kind of man he was and assuming that to sleep fully would only leave him open to destruction before he knew it. The smallest sound would rouse him, sometimes his sleep disturbed by the sound of a pebble falling down a cliff side or a mouse in the grass.

Truly it isn't until finding Zenos again this time that he was able to sleep this deeply, all tension gone and mind allowed to drift away from its guard. While proper sleep was more common nowadays it did not stop his body from attempting to catch up some nights. It seemed, at least briefly, that this was one of those times his brain deemed it necessary to inappropriately sleep in. The bell tolls again and again Rothalion does not hear it.

Zenos, though. He hears him.

The gentle whisper of his name earns a stir, a soft sigh exhaled. His words reach his dreams, forming physical letters that draws attention away from the sleeping world to drag him back into reality. His head turns, lips parting to mumble something akin to 'five more minutes...' however he is halted before a sound could be uttered. Lips caressed warm skin, drawing his consciousness back in full.

"Zenos..." he murmured, a smile slowly turning lips. He cracks tired eyes open, hands reaching out to slowly brush along his neck and down his shoulder. He hums groggily, head tilting as he regarded his love. "We've reached it so soon..? How time flies." His chuckle is a tired wheeze, Rothalion sitting up finally.

"I suppose we ought gather our things, yes? I fear I've made them wait much too long." There is an apologetic flicker in eyes as he reaches his arms above his head in a long, relieving stretch.

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Even when he had sat upon his throne biding his time, looking to be cradled within mother sleeps' embrace in the moments his eyes would drift closed and his head would lean, never was he actually resting. Zenos was always awake, always aware--- he had to be. To him, sleepiness and exhaustion were WEAKNESSES, even if he knew the one he sought victory over succumbed to both like most mortals did. It was some ill thought triumph to deny himself sleep when the Warrior of Light had likely retired to an inn with his comrades to do just that. A small victory when he'd figured out ways to screw his body up even more, so such human necessities did not hinder him further.

Now, with only a fraction of his power and the consequences of his actions to pursue the full extent of it still lingering, he could no longer force himself to stay awake. Mayhap if he was by himself, PARANOID he may be targeted, he could find the will to--- but not here, with Rothalion. Nay, he watches the elezen drift to sleep in his arms and manages, for some time, to keep eyes open and steady 'pon him, but even he could not recount the moment he also nodded off, with face tucked comfortably into midnight violet strands.

His tight, secure hold 'pon the elezen, though, never eases, even after Zenos has fallen into a deep, much needed slumber. Nay, if nobody else shall see to Rothalion's care, then Zenos shall, even in moments one may ASSUME him to be vulnerable and strikable.

'Tis why he awakens the precise moment that resounding bell chimes, eyes shooting open, SHARP and threatening in the initial few seconds it takes him to register that they are not under attack. He half expected Ro to leap up from the mattress to hasten to the front of the boat--- does this bell not mean LAND has been sighted? Alas, as he soon descends his gaze to see, the elezen is still out like a light.

... cute.

Another rare smile ( though he is beginning to realize they are not so rare anymore... hm. ) " Rothalion. " Soft, the utterance, to start, with a nudge just as gentle, " Do wake up. I believe our destination has been sighted, which means we are soon to disembark. Rothalion. " What a log, this one. Perhaps if he... shifts, so he may tuck his face into Rothalion's neck, pressing kisses 'gainst his shoulder and the open V neckline of his shirt, he may rouse. " Wake up... "

He can do naught more than smile brightly, eyes twinkling as once more he watches the reaction to his compliments. The preening, the shift in his eyes that shows brilliantly even if his expression remains subtle... He loves all of it. He chuckles gently upon the single sound that is uttered in response, tilting his head back as he regarded his lover with utter affection.

The quiet was pleasant and comfortable, lulling Rothalion too into a state of relaxation and silent bliss. He does not need conversation to feel as though the time is well spent, for every moment near Zenos was time well spent to him. He could feel, once more, the fatigue wearing upon his very bones as they settled into bed, warm arms wrapping around him so securely that he felt as though naught could reach him. Truly, naught could; he knew that with Zenos he was completely and utterly safe. While he was perfectly capable in his own right, there was a reassurance that came with not needing to have one's guard up at all times. He could actually relax, allow his mind to drift...

He listened to Zenos' measured breaths, unbothered by the lack of heartbeat for breath alone provided the same rhythmic beat of a heart, Rothalion having already grown used to its absence. His own heart beats to a calming pace, his body easing into the exhaustion that wore him down. He nuzzled against Zenos' chest, humming gently in acknowledgement to his words while his consciousness dipped into dreams, but not nightmares. No anxiety lingered in the corners of his mind, his heart at ease while held so securely.

It took little to lull him to sleep, his breathing deepening. Occasionally would an ear twitch, breath exhaled in a sigh of complete contentment.

Heavy clouds withdrew and remained distant as the trip went on. The sun fell and rose once more, oceans merging blue with its skies dotted with fluffy clouds much like it had been when they had shipped off initially. The waters remained calm and gentle as if in apology, winds calm and cooling against the heat of the rising sun. Finally did the bell tone, the sun now at its highest to illuminate the city across the reef.

Rothalion mumbled wordlessly in his sleep as the bell rang once, twice. Despite its loud tin he did not rouse, his fatigue obvious in its intensity with how rather than drawing closer to consciousness his body only shifted. One would think a bell so loud would irk someone with such sensitive hearing, maybe even startle him awake... Unfortunately, on the rare occasion Rothalion can sleep he is difficult to rouse.

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Zenos is just as ill fit to accept the wealth of favorable words suddenly thrust unto him, still hyperfocusing on having been called ' ravishing ' but moments prior. Had he a heart, it would thrum fiercely till threatening to burst forth from his chest -- of this, he is convinced, and he is glad he does not have one. Oft those things are far more telling than words can be, and whilst he may be steadily improving on not HIDING things from the man he has sworn himself to, he is still not yet ready to bare himself raw to an entirety.

They could sit here and playfully debate about who is more radiant until the world ceases to exist. Turn it into their new rivalry to sprinkle in amongst the lighthearted games of tag and training sessions. Is that really what couples do? Wage war with... compliments?

" Mm. " He leaves it at that, instead ensuring Rothalion does not catch the warmth blooming from chest to cheeks. The bird does not contain the preening anymore, nay; Rothalion's words are so powerful that they have urged that preening forward even more, to the point the light and shine within Zenos' eyes could rival that of the ocean itself.

The prince hadn't admitted it -- and wouldn't -- but the feeling of fingers through his hair had lulled him into a state of sleepiness; or, mayhap 'tis Rothalion's presence as a whole. Likely the latter, but regardless, he is ready to pass a few hours nestled close to the elezen, in hopes it may ease this trip along even faster.

In the absence of a blanket, Zenos volunteers himself for the task, his warmth and stature more than generous enough to keep the elezen snug and, hopefully, comfortable whilst they rested. Gently, does the monster turned man slip his arms 'round his partner, cocooning him betwixt them and bringing him flush against his chest, where he may listen to Zenos' steadied breathing to his heart's content. It may somewhat pale in comparison to that of a heartbeat -- he knows that to be calming because Rothalion's soothes him when he is pressed nearest it -- but he hopes it is enough.

" Rest. I shall wake you if necessary. " And only if necessary.

Visibly does his expression brighten, temporary tension slipping away like water. He would be all too aware of both of their states, perhaps enough to raise anxiety if he focused too much on it. Still, he desired only for Zenos to remain hale and whole. There was comfort, too, in just having Zenos around should something run amiss. Back in the past he had been alone when he had been poisoned, left to the devices of a singular woman he did not expect would dare slip something into the drink offered. Now, though, he wasn't alone - and should he fall unconscious abruptly he knew he could trust Zenos to protect him.

Now, those who had done it... He would rather not think of the complication that would arise if this minuscule possibility came true.

"Aye, if I should feel even remotely off I would bring it to your attention in all due haste," he agreed, dipping his head.

Rothalion watched as his beloved straightened his posture, his satisfaction at Ro's compliment taking literal physical form in the shift that brings a twinkle of amusement and joy to bright verdant gaze. He spoke truth from the heart, he found Zenos immensely attractive no matter the garment - or lack there of - but he also found happiness in how he can make the other feel glad and proud. He would sing his praises often, remarking on even the smallest change he may make for to see him preen in such a way brought Ro just as much glee.

His eyes widen briefly at a compliment in return, face warming and mind replaying his words. He would never get used to compliments, but he adored them when they came from Zenos all the same. There was truth to his words, no way to deny that he spoke only for some manner of favour or flat admiration. He believed Zenos when he spoke, and to hear him speak praise towards Rothalion made his heart flutter in his chest. He smiles wide, teeth flashing as he giggled.

"You flatter me so, my love. But do not sell yourself short, you are no meager star. You are the most beautiful star in the sky, shining brighter amidst the rest whom pale in comparison. How I have been granted the worthiness to earn your eye, your attention at all, I know not but for it I am glad," he said, shaking his head. As he speaks, he idly brushes locks of hair behind a long ear - properly exposing that which he oft hid so that Zenos may see both of his eyes unfettered. While he could not hope to consider himself the very sun, he would accept the words granted and not negate the sentiment behind him. Should Zenos see him so radiantly then he is glad, he is far more than flattered even. He knew not the word to describe it, the way such a statement sapped his breath from his very lungs and set alight to his skin. How despite his personal doubts in himself, he could not reject what was stated.

He watches in momentary silence as Zenos brushes his hair, eyes following the brush on occasion whilst still twirling a lock betwixt his fingers, reaching to occasionally trail fingers betwixt gold soft to his touch. He hoped that he did not tug too hard, or catch any resistance in his light touches for to cause even a minuscule amount of pain was not his intention.

When he is inquired further, he pauses. A nod is given, audible reply following swiftly after.

"Aye, I would. So long as 'tis alright with you," he added, lightly furrowing his brows. His hands drop to his sides as the brush is set down and his lover stands, eyes flicking to their indeed small arrangements with a flicker of apology. Admittedly the furniture could do with an upgrade, Rothalion wondering just who such had been designed for. He too would stand as Zenos settled down upon meager furniture and pat a spot left for him, Rothalion lighting up as he strode across the room to flop down upon the mattress. He shuffled over so he may be as close as possible, wrapping arms around Zenos with the brightest of smiles.

"'Tis my favourite activity," he murmured with a joyous laugh, peeking up at him. The closeness, his touch. To rest in his arms was, indeed, one of his favourite things to do. Glad he was that Zenos enjoyed his company too so much to allow such closeness, Rothalion already uttering a soft purr in his glee.

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Zenos wants to laugh and wave off Rothalion's concerns, but he notes the elezen's tone. How it is tinged with genuine worry, much in contrast to Zenos' lack thereof. With both of them likely breaking records in the amount of enemies they've made, mayhap Zenos SHOULD be more concerned, indeed, and not solely for Rothalion who has faced all manner of threats to his life already. Forgive him, for he is still getting used to having someone actually WORRY for him, and in turn, having someone to worry ABOUT.

" If aught begins to feel amiss, I will alert you; I beseech you to endeavor to do the same. " Unlikely, but the intent is to put Ro's mind at ease. So far, all he feels is restlessness, but that is not a product of anything he has consumed--- he's just ready to be off this damned vessel.

' Ravishing. ' Even fitted in his most casual of garbs, Rothalion finds something to like and compliment him on. The bird -- oh, does he preen -- back straightening just a tad more, chest pressing 'gainst the fabric of the fitted tunic a bit more, and head raised in a silent appreciation of this deserved adoration.

Zenos may not seek praise or validation, but he thrives when it is given. Yes, he thinks... he likes to be called pretty. " 'twas your keen eye that sought and purchased this ensemble for me. A meager star cannot hope to amount to that of the radiant sun itself. " One might find the comparison humorous. Zenos, obviously, is the LARGER of the two of them, but when it comes to being, as Rothalion put it, ' ravishing, ' 'tis not the prince who shines as the larger star betwixt them.

Nay, he speaks not of fame, either, but of BEAUTY.

He daren't move as Rothalion gets comfortable against him, even adjusting the stroke of his brush to avoid hitting the poor elezen in the face with his arm. The request breaks the silence so suddenly and with such meekness that Zenos almost believes he'd merely been hearing things. " You should like to cuddle? " The thought swirls in his head, for some time, brushstrokes falling still. Why wait until he has completed his haircare? If they are to get comfortable against one another, then he will have to re-brush his hair upon rising anyway.

Without word, then, the Garlean prince sets the brush down on the nearby stand and rises, making way for the... disappointingly SMALL bed in the corner. He may have to curl up to make it work, definitely with his backside against the wall so he shan't accidentally move to far to the left and tumble right off, but he's persistent in making it work. " Come. " A pat of palm atop the bit of space made just for Rothalion just 'aside the much larger man, where the elezen can be held whilst he rested. " We may cuddle, as requested. "

He is relieved as ever for Zenos' return, a sparkle returned to eyes as he lay them upon his tall figure. He turns his attention to the tray that was set down before him, eagerly reaching out to rest his frigid hands upon the hot mug of tea. He paused a moment, simultaneously relieved and worried for Zenos. While poisoning... or drugging, was highly unlikely he did have an immense fear of both. For this reason he was oft loath to accept offerings from strangers, one time alone causing him immense upset long ago that still affected him now. He exhales a shaky breath just thinking about it, concerned gaze raising to look over at Zenos.

"Please do be careful, I would be ever so upset if such did happen to be poisoned," he murmured, lowering his ears. The only benefit would be if the substance were measured for Rothalion's stature it would likely do little but make Zenos lightly ill... but it depended on the substance.

Regardless, Rothalion did feel comforted enough to actually partake of the beverage and meal. As he ate and drank the shaking swiftly came to a halt; warmth finally settling over him and with it relaxation. He looked over at Zenos with a smile, admiring his choice of attire.

"You, once again, look ravishing," he purred, tilting his head with a growing smile. He set down his spoon in the mostly empty bowl, sliding the dishes further towards to center of the table ere he stood. He was a little unsteady on his feet solely from his lingering fatigue but it did not dissuade him from wandering to Zenos' side.

"So soon? Well, I'm sure things will go much smoother once we're on land," he said, cheerfulness returning. Rothalion leaned against Zenos as he brushed his hair, idly playing with the ends of golden locks in lingering silence.

"... Once you are finished, I... Would like to cuddle, if that's alright?" he proposed suddenly, quietly. He knew not if Zenos would rather anything else, but there was no harm in trying. Although he was ample tired, he feared that attempting rest on his own might not have the results he is looking for.

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Zenos, again, is not gone long. The staff on the boat are as eager to get rid of Zenos as Zenos is to return to his beloved, tray containing the promised items held securely within his hands. He'd made sure to note it was for the WARRIOR OF LIGHT, and had tried to request, not DEMAND, this tea and meal, lest the scorn he has earned result in a poison laced beverage. 'Tis the worst, likely most dramatic and extreme of scenarios, yes, but the Garlean prince can never be TOO careful.

Just in case, though, he takes a sip of both the drink and the stew before easing his way back into their shared quarters, where the tray is placed upon the tiny little table that would do naught to secure it, should they find themselves amidst another tantrum of the sea. " Good, you appear better already, " Zenos notes, before he gestures towards the offered food. " Dine to your heart's content. I sampled both prior. Unlikely, anyone would be foolish enough to poison it, but it would be remiss not to pay any heed and take caution. "

In the meantime, his hair should be sufficiently dry, at least enough to where he may finish dressing, as well, and not risk his wild mane dampening whatever shirt he chose. Silken blond is unraveled from its linen cage, shaken to return it to SOME level of decency until he could fetch his brush, before he made for his own belongings to shuffle through the few pieces of his wardrobe he had brought along. Another tunic -- he seems to have taken a liking to these -- with a belt to cinch the waist, the pants he'd slipped on after his bath pairing nicely with it. Already, he feels refreshed, deciding he will likely stay inside until the captain calls for land lest this entire uncomfortable ordeal be at risk of happening a second time.

" A day's time... I suspect that is all that remains 'til we may be rid of these limited arrangements. " The rhythmic sounds of a brush being dragged through golden strands fills the silence that follows, Zenos slipping back into his own, deep thoughts as realization dawns that this was only the beginning.

He is still fighting with the damned accessory, almost prepared for the chance that he is to be laughed at or mocked only to pause in his ministrations upon the utterance of a singular word. Cute. Rothalion's gaze flicked upward, eyes a little rounder as he searched for just the emotion that lay beneath the statement. The blush now colouring cold cheeks is not so much embarrassment as it is... flattery. Regardless of whether he meant to mock or not the word being directed at him felt... nice. It was evident by the look in Zenos' eyes that he did not mean to mock. It was... genuine. The smile that greets him, no matter how small, has his heart fluttering in his chest and a smile of his own blossoming across his face. It was infectious.

He blinks as he is aided in the removal of the belt, the action simple and quick with much steadier hands. Rothalion exhales a relieved sigh; while still requiring ample warmth to return to any measure of comfort at least now there was hope. His eyes dropped to the floor, nervousness shown in the way his shaky hands fidget and fumble over each other.

"Th-thank you, l-love..." he whispered. Ro nodded at the instruction, slipping off Zenos' lap to retrieve his clothing he had already set out to change into. Despite the shaking of his hands it was an easy task to put on dry clothes, even buttons proving relatively stress-free even with the way he had to awkwardly fumble with them. He finished buttoning high-waisted black pants with relative ease, reaching to pluck the airy white shirt from the table to pull over his head; the deep V exposed much of his chest and even some of his midsection, but to simply not bear the burden of cold clothing meant he was still managing some manner of warmth anyway.

He rolled up his sleeves to the elbows, reaching up to comb fingers through damp hair. A bath would be pleasant at this moment but he would rather wait to land ere risking further trouble should another storm brew upon arrival. Hopefully they have private baths... his time in Kugane was a nightmare in regards to bathing if only because he could not stand bathing in public.

Idly did he wander briefly about, seeking some manner of blanket but coming up empty. He knew not where to look admittedly, he had never required one in the past while on a rare boat excursion. He shook his head, turning instead to plop down upon a chair and await Zenos' return. At least Zenos was warm, and Rothalion could never complain about resting in his arms no matter how long.

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... a belt.

A measly, simple, powerless belt has defeated the valiant Warrior of Light? A fashion accessory meant to hold up a pair of pants or accent an outfit. No sorcery, no illness, no world ending foe... nay, 'tis a BELT that leaves Rothalion huffing and puffing and suffering. Were someone else spectating this pitiful display, 'tis likely he or she would laugh, and word would soon spread of this newfound weakness. Zenos, though, sits there and slow blinks, staring down at his lover as if waiting for the elezen to come out with some TRUTH of this being naught more than a joke.

Rothalion is still shivering, and even goes so far as to provide ample proof, in the struggle Zenos is soon witness to. Indeed, the belt is not budging, Rothalion's fingers more a victim to this inclement weather than the sea vessel that carried them.

Yet, instead of taking OFFENSE to the fact that it wasn't Zenos who had bested his greatest rival...

" ... cute. " It's uttered with so deadpan an expression and tone that Ro may mistake it for mocking, but Zenos wholeheartedly means it. There's a glimmer of something in his eye thereafter -- something familiar only to Rothalion, who has been the sole one to EARN it: amusement, even packaged with a faint, yet very genuine upturn of lips, as Zenos lowers warm, perfectly capable hands down to Rothalion's waist to begin ridding him of the offending accessory. He even shifts to go the extra step, tugging off the fabric source of Ro's discomfort so he may finally be on the path towards comfort again. " Hot tea... I will have some brewed. 'Tis evident you are in grave need of it. Dress and seek a blanket whilst I fetch it with dinner. "

Well, this is embarrassing.

How could the Warrior of Light, slayer of gods, struggle with a belt? How could he admit to struggling with the belt? Even as he shook so intensely it would be impossible not to notice it felt shameful. He kept his lips pressed hard together as though making a concerted effort not to speak on his predicament, on just why he sat shivering on the floor instead of properly dressed to warm up.

"I-I u-uh..." He furrowed his brows, slumping his shoulders. He considers admitting his troubles, no matter how small and insignificant they were, but before he can make up his mind he is swept up into warm arms. Instinctually he reaches out to wrap arms around Zenos, his skin cold as ice and still damp. He shook like a leaf, his teeth chattering quietly and very breaths shaky. He was not meant for the cold; he had not considered this fact in the moment but he sure did now.

He sighs heavily, squeezing his eyes shut as if if he just didn't look at all, maybe he could escape his own embarrassment. It did not help, though, blood still rising to cheeks as he finally admitted his woes.

"... M-my hands sh-shake t-too much, t-to r-remove m-m-my belt," he stammered, the words forced from his mouth and body growing tense in his efforts to control the shaking. He hung his head. There it was, all his shame out in the open. He was only glad that Zenos was not the kind of man to mock, for even a playful jest may wound Rothalion's pride that much more in the moment.

Admittedly the warmth Zenos exudes lends him some relief from the shaking, however the cold has sank so deep that it is but a surface warmth that fails to penetrate skin much further. He still shivers, still exudes his own cold that he wonders if he will ever melt free of it. A frosty prison, utterly invisible to the eye besides the quivering of his body. The worst culprit was certainly the frigid cloth still stuck to his skin, no manner of warmth seemingly strong enough to withstand the cold of soaked shorts he seemed - prior to admittance - too stubborn to remove. The cloth itself would be easy but...

He huffs, attempting again to loosen the belt but he cannot retain a grip on the flimsy leather to unloop it from the buckle. It doesn't stop him from repeatedly fumbling regardless, hoping and praying that maybe he will suffer lesser shakes and be able to actually free himself. He was beginning to like his old comfy clothes even better by the minute.

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Whilst he does not expect LUXURY out in the middle of the sea, 'tis evident the baths were not crafted with someone of his size and stature in mind. He is taller than most Roegadyn and Au Ra, even, and must be careful as he bends and stuffs himself into the provided stations. Thankfully, it is not DIRT he is ridding himself of, but merely the sticky, musky feeling from having sat outside in the rain for longer than he preferred. His hair, in particular, will surely thank him for it once he has emerged and dried himself off, the thick bundle wrapped neatly into a towel before he returns to Rothalion in a pair of much more comfortable pants.

A cold, clearly displeased Rothalion.

" ..... " Does he call attention to it? Granted, Zenos was not gone for long, but surely long enough for Rothalion to undress, at the very least. Here he sits, shirtless and shoeless, with no progress beyond that having been made. " Did I misunderstand? I thought we were to undress and change? " Zenos sets his own clothes off to the side, laid out where the breeze would catch them so they could dry, before returning to his partner's side.

The problem CLEARLY wasn't registering, but it doesn't eliminate the issue still at hand: Rothalion was cold, and would remain that way if he continued to wallow in his own stubbornness. The only thing Zenos can think to do to help is to seat himself by the much smaller elezen, reach out towards him, and pull him into his lap and, thus, his arms. The Garlean prince runs inhumanly hot even without the sun bearing down on them, and whilst it may offer further discomfort out in the blazing heat, mayhap it will bring SOME relief down here in the chill of the lower quarters.

" ..... "

While he cared marginally about the well-being of all, it was those closest to him that received the most consideration at all times. While his more recent decisions have certainly clashed at times with the Scions it didn't diminish how he felt about them. That their aid had been all that got him through some trials, even if that aid had to be learned after years of simply casting him to do their dirty work. Now it was not quite the same, although not perfect it was certainly the twins of all people who still held Rothalion's utmost care and respect. No matter how old the pair got, Rothalion would likely still baby them to some degree - much to their chagrin.

He apologizes, but both already know that he would have done it all over if he had to. It is evident in Zenos' response that his action from the get-go was already predictable, the way he did not dismiss Ro's desire to help reinforcing this. Rothalion relaxed, laughing.

"I suppose you are right," he said with an exaggerated shrug, grinning.

He squeezed Zenos' hand as they slipped away to the shelter the boat had to provide, Rothalion only truly registering just how soaked he was - and how cold - when it was mentioned. As if a switch was flicked he began to shiver, the motion small initially but only worsening the more he stood in those clothes. They were heavy and, with what fatigue was crawling its way into his chest he could not help but feel clunky as well. Thankfully his initial choice of clothes was far lighter than his usual armour, less layers too.

"I-I sh-should do that," he stammered, wrapping his arms around himself as they separated. He glanced towards Zenos, smile returning despite his shivering. "Don't be long."

As Zenos took his leave, Rothalion would attempt to deal with his clothing predicament. Deciding on what to change into was easy, the light articles still providing far more warmth than that which clung to his skin at the moment. Unfortunately for him, it was removing that which he wore that proved the most difficult. Despite shaking he could peel the shirt from his flesh with ease, but the belt wrapped around his waist was... impossible. His fingers shook too badly to get a grip on it, wordless muttering following as he fought to actually loosen the thing before he gave up with a huff and instead chose to kick off his boots. Even with shelter he was cold, and he refused to put a dry shirt on with shorts still utterly soaked.

When Zenos would return he would find Rothalion on the floor, arms crossed stubbornly and body quaking with cold. He did not inquire for help, the idea almost demeaning to request aid on removing his own damned clothes. He was just... taking a break. He huffed, ears drooping.

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Zenos cares for one, whilst Rothalion cares for many. A man without a heart and a man with one ten times his size. It's a wonder they were navigating this strange relationship of theirs with such success, then, because Zenos couldn't imagine going to such lengths for anyone besides the one he was spectating. It made sense -- the elezen had never spoken ill of either of the twins, not that his words were poor when referencing the other Scions, either. Rather, he seemed to possess a level of fondness for them that did not carry over to many others, and Zenos, though largely indifferent, UNDERSTOOD why Rothalion could not sit still once it was clear they were in danger.

The rain and winds whip and howl something fierce, but the prince, still, does not move. Even as his clothes are heavied to dampness with rainwater, and his long hair sticks uncomfortably to face, neck, and shoulders, he keeps rooted to his spot and continues his silent observations. Rothalion's swift actions certainly make for quite the spectacle, at least for the crew members who looked on from their own vessel now that they were safe within the shield. Applause soon follows when the other ship, too, is under protection, increasing when Rothalion and his companion return, confirming that the worst had come to pass.

" You need not apologize, " he reassures, running an unreadable gaze down the length of Ro's body, checking for any injuries, before returning eye contact once more, " I would have thought you ill had you remained here and merely watched. " Zenos has long since accepted that there are times where Ro WILL have to step in; this was one such WORTHY time, when lives had been genuinely at risk of being lost. More notably, Rothalion had chosen to step in and offer his aid rather than being dragged into it.

Zenos, as a result, is not upset by any means, but he IS eager to seek shelter from the torrential downpour still beating at the boat and everyone on it. He looks, simply and humorously put, like a sopping wet cat. " Come. You should disrobe and change into warmer clothing. " Rothalion's immune system could be indestructible, for all he knew, but regardless of whether or not the elezen was one to succumb to illness easily, there was no benefit in remaining garbed in wet, uncomfortable clothing. Hopefully, he shan't be TOO disappointed when Zenos opts to change into a pair of pants rather than the shorts that would do him no good now.

" You have not eaten since this all began. I will fetch you dinner, and then I beseech you to rest. Should landfall soon be upon us, I will be sure to wake you. " He's already shrugging off layers and wringing the water out of his hair with no small degree of trouble; long hair means more built up liquid betwixt its strands, the increasingly large puddle forming 'neath his feet earning another sigh. " ... I should like to bathe at some point, too. "

Once he was lo to accept simple existence, striving for more not wholly motivated by his treatment within Gridania. He could have easily moved elsewhere, chosen some other path that would lend him relief from ridicule and worse - but he chose instead to strive for more. For some time he had desired to make a difference, his motivations shifting with each step from the preservation of himself to that of others and then more. Nowadays, though, he had gone through enough that to simply exist for once was invigorating in itself. His soul would never quiet in the need for movement, this much he knew as he watched the unchanging ocean ahead with a determined gaze so similar to that of days long past, but he could work with it. He need not risk life and limb to explore, to see the world and experience life - and he did not need to give up on leisure either.

This journey held much in the ways of mystery and hope for the future, a step forward when for so long he had stagnated in fear and drowned in his own emotion and trauma. Zenos had helped him immensely in reaching this point, for without him it was unlikely he would find the strength to lend ear to the very concept of travel once more. He felt... lighter, happier. Reassured with Zenos at his side, especially noted by how he stands straighter and more confident with the other man near.

"As would I. We shall peruse, then," he agreed, dipping his head. What did they sell there, he wondered? To be able to truly embrace new culture instead of passing it by in a rush was exhilarating in itself, an experience he has not had since his exile into Ishgard where all seemed to occur at the pace of molasses.

As the trip lengthened, Rothalion would lead Zenos down below decks where it would be far more comfortable - and less breezy, as he noted the way Zenos shifted and tugged at his garments in discomfort. Even without the ocean to draw his eye he could not help the bubbling excitement, his every word simply bursting with it as he rambled on about the future. Of course he had a mind to spend ample time within the city, but in time he would desire travel through the land as well. Mayhap Zenos would see just how reckless Rothalion could be in his travels, something he had no witnessed from neither his temporary seat in Ala Mhigo or Garlemald. Ro was full of surprises - surprises that often made his companions of which had spent years at his side worry. Did Zenos even know that Ro could breathe under the water?

The oceans are never so tame as they appear from the offset, a matter Rothalion is reminded of as their ship takes on motions far rougher and unsteady than prior. He stumbles where he stands, catching himself before he is thrown across the room like a ragdoll, and the first thing on his mind is the other ship.

Despite the unsteadiness of the ship he launches forward, sprinting to and up the stairs onto the deck. His eyes flick outward, angry clouds darkening the skies akin to night and lightning exploding from their depths dangerously close to the boats. His gaze with all intensity shifts to the other boat, brows furrowing slowly as Zenos spoke from behind him. The sailors upon their own vessel had triggered the shield, what was keeping those upon the other from doing the same?

He tries desperately to locate comrades, catching the twins just in time to see Alisaie almost fall overboard and that is the last straw.

He did not speak, instead tilting his head back in search of... something. Something in the clouds, a shadow that he had been aware of from the moment they stepped foot on that ship. Rothalion ran off, flipping a small dagger from the sheath hidden among countless pointless trinkets and using it to scale the mast; a few marks in the wood would do little to damage the ship, he reasoned. He flung himself up onto the beam that held the sail, dragging himself so he may stand upon it ere he began to sprint along its length and dove off.

From above swept a massive beast, scales glistening like onyx against the torrents of rain. The dragon caught him upon his back and dove across the gap between ships, dark leathery wings pulled close. Rothalion leapt off just above the shield, landing lightly upon his feet and reaching out to finally trigger the shield.

A relieved sigh slid betwixt his lips, his shoulders slumping and a small smile flashed towards company ere he reached upward to wave for Amnon to return. The dragon swung around, extending talons to catch Ro's hand as he leapt back upward and carried him back. He dropped Rothalion back upon the deck, landing upon the front of the ship.

At least a dragon aboard would steal the eyes of those sailors once so concerned about another particular passenger, Rothalion thought. Despite the danger associated with his own action he could not deny the invigoration that followed a heavy flow of adrenaline, a shiver running down his spine even as fatigue weighed him down temporarily. He returned to Zenos' side, hands upon his hips with that same air of a job well done.

"Apologies, dear. I could not help it," he admitted, a light sense of guilt touching his gaze. He shook his head, waving towards the other ship. "Above all else, despite our disagreements 'tis the twins that I worry most for. I promised their mother I would watch over them, whether they like it or not, and they have been akin to younger siblings to me for some time." He kept the excitement of risk to himself, something Zenos likely knew he still harboured deep down.

Yet even for the excitement of the occasion, Rothalion could also admit that he was ill-prepared for anything too extensive. Such brief act had him desiring rest, evident in how he reaches to take Zenos' hand and tug him back below deck once more.

"But you are right that I cannot push myself all the time. Come, I believe it is time we rest. The storm will pass in time, and hopefully by then we will have reached our destination - or close to it." He smiled softly up at him.

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It would be strange traversing a land where he potentially shan't be subjected to the ire of the public. 'Tis nigh impossible to seek a life of normalcy when the years leading up to this were anything but, and laden in tragedy and bloodshed. Zenos is not one to be excited unless the prospect of a good battle is within arm's reach, but he cannot deny that a small, unbeknownst to him STEADILY growing part of himself is looking forward to this excursion.

At the very least, on Ro's behalf. Mayhap there is hope yet that the Warrior of Light can just be Rothalion, for once. Hang up the armor and weaponry and simply exist.

" I would like to peruse the shops upon our arrival, " he suggests, still pulling at his shorts with no small degree of discomfort -- indeed, he'll get used to it eventually, but there is too much of a breeze going places he is not used to, as it stands, and should they be attacked, he highly doubts these thigh hugging garments will do aught to protect them. Mind, still ever set on the belief that war and violence are to permanently nip at their heels... but, where Zenos cannot see light and sunshine in most things, that is what Rothalion is for.

He is, in the simplest of terms, the blinding, radiant sun itself, to Zenos.

For now, he is content to linger right in this very spot, until given reason to move ( or, until Rothalion ventures elsewhere, Zenos never more than a few feet behind. ) The journey, as the elezen had forewarned, is very long, indeed, and does not come without its troubles. The waters are fickle, unpredictable, and when a storm looks to be brewing, his concern is solely on Rothalion. A man has gone overboard on the boat just ahead of them? Oh, well. May fortune guide him back to safety... but where is Ro? Hopefully not LEAPING into the water to rescue the poor soul--- ah, there he is, watching the other boat so INTENTLY that Zenos half expects him to leap upon it and steer it through the storm himself.

" Your companions seem to be struggling to bring rise to their own shield. " As satisfying as it is to behold, he knows the elezen worries greatly for the younger elezen duo, in particular, who were struggling against the fierce rocking of the boat and the lightning that was beginning to barrel down on both sea vessels. " I will not have you lost to the waters, I should note, so do not go valiantly soaring over to the other ship. They will be fine. " Pathetic how they FUMBLE in the absence of their precious savior, but Zenos knows when to mind his tongue. This is not the time to be taking jabs at the Warrior of Light's comrades.

With a sigh, Zenos shakes his head and turns, set to retreat back to his favorite spot at the back of the boat. " I know you've something in mind to remedy this, so go ahead. It would be a poor start to this... vacation... were someone to perish just afore it is set to commence. " He will take no part in it, but he WILL be watching from his perch.

While not entirely aware of Zenos' thoughts on her he could certainly hazard a guess, but he didn't mind. He had no expectations that he go make friends with people Ro even approves of, only hoping that all can at least get along enough to keep opinions to themselves. He knew Zenos would besides talking to him, but he knew not if other companions could handle doing the same... at times it made him tense.

That was of little import now. The pair were safe from (most) eyes upon the separate ship, Ro paying no minds to those sailors that dared cast a second glance for their opinions meant naught to him. He focused solely on Zenos, on the peaceful waves that lapped at the boat they stood upon and the pleasant wind that jostled his hair. So content and lighthearted is he that he let's slip a light chuckle, leaning forward to boop their noses together.

"One can hope, yes? At least our names will be less known there, for that I'm certain. That will earn us more peace than back home," he replied. Rothalion leaned back, eyes flicking to catch the motion as Zenos tugged at the fabric of new shorts. He giggled.

"Its part of it! The other is that Tural is incredibly hot, and you will likely find more comfort in the long run as opposed to wearing pants. It takes a little getting used to, aye, but I'm sure you'll adjust swiftly," he went on, nuzzling along his jaw. He hummed as Zenos spoke once more, his body relaxing against him as he found comfort in his statement. Eyes soften, arms pulling back so he may rest his hands upon either cheek ere leaning to press their foreheads together.

"So happy am I to know that I will always have you at my side," he purred, "I promise, my beloved. I will only do what I agreed to to get here; any other request will fall on deaf ears. My truest desire is to enjoy a vacation with you."

He slips arms around Zenos' neck once more, his eyes brightening as Zenos leaned down to press a kiss to his head and share a smile. A genuine smile - how it made Rothalion's heart flutter and soar! He giggled again, near bursting at the seams with happiness.

"We shall have a most wondrous time!"

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' Wonderful ' is a term reserved for one person, in Zenos' eyes, and it is not this ' Wuk Lamat. ' Her personality had not necessarily annoyed him, nay, but it was evident she had a rather... unrealistic outlook on life, and a too generous supply of positivity, not that the opinion of someone just the opposite of her mattered much. Wisely, he shall keep his mouth shut in that regard; Ro approves of her, and for right now, that was ENOUGH for Zenos to not lump her in with the others just yet.

From where Zenos had posted himself like some unmoving force in the farthest corner of the boat, he can see the vast and endless sea that surrounded them. Even one who has known true peace only recently can admit the sound of the ship hastening through the waters and the chirps and callings of wildlife trailing alongside them are soothing. Coupled with Rothalion's generous displays of routine affection, Zenos has already decided he would be content here, even were they to get stranded atop this sheet of crystal clear blue forever.

So easily, does Rothalion bring a glimmer of light back to Zenos' gaze. Zenos ensures the elezen remains safely pressed against him, with arms snaking 'round his much smaller form to keep him dangling comfortably, but he seems... somewhat skeptical as he listens to Rothalion speak. " You would place such paltry hope in neither one of us being a target of attention? " Less likely Zenos would be recognized if his name is not uttered, and he would endeavor to keep his identity trapped 'neath the rug so Rothalion needn't hassle himself with addressing any concerns about tugging an ex-tyrant along with him.

He may invest in a hat, or some sort of accessory to hide the traditional Garlean third eye on his forehead, at the very least.

As for the Warrior of Light? Impossible that word would not spread near IMMEDIATELY, but they would address that come time to debark.

" Beach... so that is why you have garbed me in... this. " Fingers pull at the fabric of his shorts, the clothing all but calling attention to his pale legs. He's never felt so naked before, minus when he's... well, actually naked. Less conspicuous than his usual attire, at least, but admittedly, he feels terribly out of his element. " Where you go, I shall go. I merely pray you are able to enjoy yourself, as you deserve, even despite what unforeseen troubles will likely sprout as obstacles. "

This time, 'tis his turn to lean down, lips pressing a chaste kiss atop Rothalion's head, and even shining him the smallest, yet most genuine of smiles. The sooner they got there, the sooner he could determine whether or not this heightened guard of his was warranted.

Excitement sparks beneath his skin, Rothalion feeling more lively than he has in some time. Certainly Zenos sparked this same reaction in him often, it simply was new when looking forward to an event. It mattered not what event he had partaken in in the past, even lighthearted parties were unsettling nowadays. He felt nigh ten years younger, ready for anything and fully renewed for all that he was to see upon this new landmass. Likely throughout the trip he would be watching at the front of the ship for even the hint of land - in due time.

At his question Rothalion turned his attention back to Zenos, smile lighting up again as he was pulled from his thoughts.

"Aye! That is her, is she not wonderful? I've not met someone so excitable - not in a long while, at least," he admitted with a laugh, shaking his head. "There is great benefit in aiding her bid, of course. Truth be told I am most enamoured with the chance to see someplace new, to see what wonders lie across the ocean where Eorzean influence has seldom touched. I wonder what the cultures there are like," he went on, tapping his chin lightly as he pondered it.

Given Wuk Lamat's reaction to meeting Zenos he only hoped that such enthusiasm remained despite the sour opinions of his long-time companions. She seemed open-minded, perhaps she would still find some room to remain friendly or even disregard a past that no longer seemed to influence Zenos. It was a hope. He would always pick Zenos above all others, but it would be nice to have a friend so kind as her.

Rothalion eyes Zenos, noting every sign to his displeasure as he seemed to convince himself that this new land would be no different from Eorzea. Still did Ro smile, standing on his tip-toes before thinking better of it. Instead he abruptly leapt up, wrapping arms around Zenos' neck so that their faces were closer and he could pepper some kisses upon his cheeks.

"Yes, it is something I wish to do - but not just for the aid I can provide. I want to see everything with you, darling. Whatever lays in wait upon Tural can wait a little longer, I promise I will not let any local or tourist drag me away," he said, nuzzling him affectionately.

"Truly I do not believe my reputation precedes me that much, certainly not so far away. Perhaps they won't even recognize you either, and we can actually escape the public eye as though we are any other tourist?" he mused, tilting his head. "I would like to partake of the usual tourist-y things for once. Walk along the beach, eat out, explore the city. It'll be fun, love!"

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Far AND foreign... that could spell one of two things, but Zenos would try his hardest not to place too much faith in the less optimistic side. Merely observing Rothalion in the small bit of time they'd spent traveling, thus far, Zenos could tell this was something both new and REFRESHING for him. Surely, the exhausted Warrior of Light would not be setting starry eyes 'pon the glittering expanse of the sea were he sailing towards further burden.

" Wuk Lamat... and she is the one who approached you with this favor and, thus, the reason you are setting out. Mm. " The excitable one who had leapt in to shake his hand and comment on how LARGE he was, much to the dismay of Krile and the Leveilleur twins. They would certainly be filling her in on all the TROUBLE he'd caused as they made their own journey to this ' Tural, ' and distantly, he wonders if she will continue to treat him with such exuberance and open-mindedness when they eventually reunite at their destination. He has no intentions of attempting to befriend anyone, as Rothalion is likely aware and hardly bothered by.

As long as they can stomach being CORDIAL around one another for however long they are forced to be in the same vicinity, this s h o u l d go smoothly.

Were he knowledgeable of their location, he'd have happily transported them there himself; alas, he is at the mercy of the sailors who were sparing him no few glances of concern. " ... this is something you wish to do? Your reputation precedes you. I've little doubt the soles of your feet will have yet touched earth before you are being dragged into something. "

The displeasure is palpable: darkened gaze, sharp downturn of lips, and folded arms. The Warrior of Light may have cleaned up much of the other territories, but this was new terrain. New people, new unknown threats... something would surely explode the moment the ship pulled into the harbor.

... so much for not being pessimistic.

The feeling that had rose in his chest when the offer was extended was so familiar and yet distant. Excitement? Awe for a new journey? It had been so long since he had chosen of his own accord where he would be going, what he would be doing - this time the world was not in peril and it only made his excitement for the trip that much more intense. Still had he always felt the tug on his soul for action, to go somewhere and see new places. Now the chance sat within arm's reach, just like the old days when his adventure was for naught more than exploration, challenge and fun. Admittedly he had jumped upon the offer quickly, hardly needing to consider the ramifications.

Just because he was ready to ship off the continent for a new adventure, though, didn't mean he had any intention of leaving Zenos behind.

He was adamant that this was more than just bending to another's whims, that it was something he wanted to do - that he was excited to do. He speaks as he packs all manner of items; extra clothes better suited to hot weather, gil for spending just in case, sunscreen and sunglasses; necessary items more suited to vacation than combat. Of course he could not bear to be without his usual, though, with his normal gear also packed alongside the deadly lance he had once left to showcase upon a wall. To touch the steel brought a spark of motivation, a sense of certainty that this was right. It was what he wanted.

He extended the offer to Zenos, uncertain if he cared to come. It was certainly out of both of their elements, especially nowadays where both kept away from the majority of society for a multitude of reasons. He was glad to have his offering accepted, perhaps the Garlean following him throughout the house as he scrambled about already proving before the question had been asked that he would not be left behind.

Rothalion finished a few words with companions at the docks, lightly bumping a fist to his breast with a grin ere turning to board the second boat. Was it odd to them that he would choose to take the other? Most certainly, but whether they liked it or not Zenos was a priority for him and he would much rather save them the conflict of sharing a vessel.

He trotted onto the boat, a broad smile upon his face as he playfully threw arms around Zenos upon reaching him, eyes sparkling.

"'Tis a new land that I have only just learned of! A landmass comprising two islands set far west from these shores, 'tis a land named Tural - or so Wuk Lamat has told me. We set for the city of Turiyollal, and from what I have been told 'tis a glorious city. I cannot wait to see it!" he explained, laughing. His head turned, staring out at the wide open ocean. It would be a long trip, he hears, but boats never did bother him.

"We ought buckle down for a long trip, though. I fear that to call it far is an understatement," he admitted with a shrug.