Tristan regretted taking Ayla with him, not because a symposium was not a place for children, but because of he didn’t want her to know how cruel the world was yet. He wanted to shelter her for just a while longer before she had to concern herself with murder and magicism (a word that he’d invented, it was like racism, but against mages). As he waited for Chancellor Manyon to react to what he had said, the young duke put an arm around his little girl and pulled her close in order to comfort her and let her know that everything was alright. Fortunately, the Mortalborn didn’t seem to realize the gravity of the situation, but just looked at the people in front of them from out of wide blue eyes.
As the Chancellor pointed out that it was not a diplomatic mission, he nodded curtly, as if he was fine with his answer. In truth he was entirely unsatisfied because something needed to be done now, and anybody who had a heart ought to step in and fight the atrocities that were being committed in Rynmere. He was about to open his mouth and tell the man that when he mentioned a name. Kura Mareth. Tristan furrowed his brow as he heard it because it seemed familiar. Of course. The savage that he had met in Rynmere, Ela, had said that her sister’s name was Kura and that she was a politician in Scalvoris.
“I would appreciate it if you could schedule a personal meeting with her for me. I would very much like to talk to her”, he said. Maybe there was hope for the people of Rynmere after all. He looked at Ayla and smiled at her, and then he listened to the rest of the discussion. Hikaru had certainly been rude, but gutted and strung up? That was a bit too much in his opinion. There had been a time, when he had been younger and more naïve, when Tristan had thought about running away in order to become a pirate, but now he was glad that he wasn’t a pirate and that he hadn’t been there when the Pirate Lords had been in charge. These trials, he disapproved of such violent measures.
Once the discussion was over, he took Ayla’s little hand in his and approached the leaders of the University for a few more personal discussions, to make some small talk as well as find out more about the island where he would stay for the foreseeable future.
As the Chancellor pointed out that it was not a diplomatic mission, he nodded curtly, as if he was fine with his answer. In truth he was entirely unsatisfied because something needed to be done now, and anybody who had a heart ought to step in and fight the atrocities that were being committed in Rynmere. He was about to open his mouth and tell the man that when he mentioned a name. Kura Mareth. Tristan furrowed his brow as he heard it because it seemed familiar. Of course. The savage that he had met in Rynmere, Ela, had said that her sister’s name was Kura and that she was a politician in Scalvoris.
“I would appreciate it if you could schedule a personal meeting with her for me. I would very much like to talk to her”, he said. Maybe there was hope for the people of Rynmere after all. He looked at Ayla and smiled at her, and then he listened to the rest of the discussion. Hikaru had certainly been rude, but gutted and strung up? That was a bit too much in his opinion. There had been a time, when he had been younger and more naïve, when Tristan had thought about running away in order to become a pirate, but now he was glad that he wasn’t a pirate and that he hadn’t been there when the Pirate Lords had been in charge. These trials, he disapproved of such violent measures.
Once the discussion was over, he took Ayla’s little hand in his and approached the leaders of the University for a few more personal discussions, to make some small talk as well as find out more about the island where he would stay for the foreseeable future.