15.Sep.19, 01:31 AM
Azrin started the day when he felt like starting it. Growing up, that usually meant waking early for lessons and it continued into adulthood. After his father’s sudden and tragic death and Jaetyn taking over as Lord Holder, Azrin moved to Ista Hold and did his best to treat it as a vacation where he slept in and lazed about all day. He sucked at it. There were days where he managed to say in bed two or three hours longer than usual but that usually followed a late night. Typically, he rose for breakfast with his wife and went about starting his day. Some things required the cover of night to get done but most needed the day and he got an early start to it.
Today was an even earlier start; or it would be once he headed to Tillek, a few hours behind Ista. After catching up with Casa the day before, Azrin had learned his dear fellow second son had attended the Hatching that Lords were not supposed to attend. Tazikel was a special kid and most wouldn’t believe him if he said a blue sired the clutch anyway, but just in case, a visit was in order. He was also curious about how Tazikel even came to be there. Kordiavis inviting him did seem to be the most logical answer but it felt like Casa hadn’t been telling the entire truth since the boy wouldn’t have said such things in public—probably not even in private.
When Z’rin had brought him home the day before, Azrin arranged for another pick up for the following morning. The bluerider was precious with how eager he was to help and do his job, a rarity really. So he wasn’t surprised that the man was already waiting when he left the Hold. Azrin greeted him, pleasantries exchanged, and they were soon off and landing in Tillek just after the sun was rising. He didn’t think his business would take long but in case he wanted to socialise further or do a little shopping, Z’rin was told to return midday to bring him back to Ista.
After that, it was a simple matter of getting into the Hold by both waving around his title and charming people into letting him go right to Lord Tazikel’s bed chamber since the sweet boy was still in bed. He figured that would be the case, hoped for it honestly. A still sleepy Tazikel had a better chance of speaking truthfully, but in case he was a muddled mess, they had time to wake him up for a proper conversation.
He considered his options for waiting or waking his unsuspecting host before finally going with something a little fun; if it worked. He leaned across the bed and blew gently at an exposed ear before pitching his voice up a bit to whisper, “wakey, wakey.” Straightening, Azrin watched for any reaction that brought.
Today was an even earlier start; or it would be once he headed to Tillek, a few hours behind Ista. After catching up with Casa the day before, Azrin had learned his dear fellow second son had attended the Hatching that Lords were not supposed to attend. Tazikel was a special kid and most wouldn’t believe him if he said a blue sired the clutch anyway, but just in case, a visit was in order. He was also curious about how Tazikel even came to be there. Kordiavis inviting him did seem to be the most logical answer but it felt like Casa hadn’t been telling the entire truth since the boy wouldn’t have said such things in public—probably not even in private.
When Z’rin had brought him home the day before, Azrin arranged for another pick up for the following morning. The bluerider was precious with how eager he was to help and do his job, a rarity really. So he wasn’t surprised that the man was already waiting when he left the Hold. Azrin greeted him, pleasantries exchanged, and they were soon off and landing in Tillek just after the sun was rising. He didn’t think his business would take long but in case he wanted to socialise further or do a little shopping, Z’rin was told to return midday to bring him back to Ista.
After that, it was a simple matter of getting into the Hold by both waving around his title and charming people into letting him go right to Lord Tazikel’s bed chamber since the sweet boy was still in bed. He figured that would be the case, hoped for it honestly. A still sleepy Tazikel had a better chance of speaking truthfully, but in case he was a muddled mess, they had time to wake him up for a proper conversation.
He considered his options for waiting or waking his unsuspecting host before finally going with something a little fun; if it worked. He leaned across the bed and blew gently at an exposed ear before pitching his voice up a bit to whisper, “wakey, wakey.” Straightening, Azrin watched for any reaction that brought.