It... excited him, to see the other so excited, running up the stairs and clutching everything he possibly could, yelling about his many discoveries from the top floor as he viewed into the mirror and clutched a whole host of items from above. Alistair could only think about how his home had all of this and more, and nicer things... but he quickly dispersed that odd sense of bourgeois jealousy and realized that Zarik could appreciate other things without it diminishing his own home. Zarik had been raised a plebian, by all of his many noble standards, and that meant that log cabin retreats such as this were beyond his grade. Of course he would be excited . . . and the mage decided he would be excited for him, his face slowly lighting up into a smile as he heard the other's feet beating around upstairs.
He then came down, wielding a whole host of objects, far too many for him to carry. Alistair eyed him curiously, as it was an odd sight for an adult man to be holding so many things like an excitable child. Again, though, he thought on his upbringing. He likely hadn't the chance to wield the finer things for much of his life, and so now the touch of quality was riveting to him. The mage again learned to appreciate his enthusiasm, realizing they'd come to the right place. Every specification had been correct, and his lover - his young wife - was thrilled and enthralled both.
Zarik in front of him and weaving through his many items, Alistair expanded his seating posture so as to consume more space, considering the other wouldn't be joining him immediately. His legs sprawled out to make him more comfortable, as he leaned onto one side of the armrest and stretched his chest some. The other questioned his cooking ability, and rightly pointed out how daft nobles tended to be in that department. The mage laughed lightly.
"I am among my peers in inability to truly cook," he replied. "I can only cook a few, useful things. Survivalist things. I may be a noble, but I spent my fair share of time surviving in the wilds of Uthaldria and Ne'haer. I can cook meats over a fire, and make simple stews. Not much beyond that, though," he said. Cooking was always more about familiarization with particular recipes. Alistair's list was very limited compared to the average commoner, but it was not entirely empty.
As Zarik laughed, he smiled and looked to his lover warmly. It was nice to see him in such a cheery mood, that even his mundane and childish humor could invoke such joviality in him. I'll eat anything you desire, replied his wife, and so Alistair nodded and stood from the seat, straightening the cushion within the rift between the upper and lower portions after he did so. Alistair looked back only to see Zarik's hair fluff, eyeing him oddly as he stepped towards the kitchen to see what ingredients they might have had. Zarik's joyous statement of how long he'd like to be here was one that brought a smile upon the mage's lips, though a haunting whisper coiled into his mind as it did.
Why had he always made things like this a mere vacation? He had the wealth to live anywhere he wanted, anywhere in the world - the greatest paradises that flowed out through the horizon. He could have settled down with a man like Zarik, brought his family to reside in a lovely wooden home such as this, and remained. And yet... always, was he driven by power. That simple, terrestrial fate, would have never been sufficient for a man like him.
He brought forward the subject of Zalazar, his 'father-in-law' as he referred to him. As always, his mention had the effect of Zarik losing much of his joyful behavior and instead receding back into what the mage could only decipher to be stress. Alistair understood that 'drop' well, the overwhelming weight carried in his impression, the memories and feelings associated with his visage. He'd lived through many of those same reactions, of his own. Kaleb Venora. Willow Venora. Father, mother.
Still, he was right to mention him, and Zarik agreed. It would lift a great burden from his mind, and truly make this vacation of theirs something to enjoy, without the foreground of stress or bewilderment. He observed quietly as he thought, and as he wrote, and once Zarik had written onto the sheet of paper and offered it to him, he took the vellum into his hands and curled it between his closed palm. His beloved touched his shoulder, though only gently, and thanked him softly. Alistair could tell that his gratitude was genuine.
"I love you, Zarik," he whispered back, taking a grip of the hand that had touched him and lifting it to his lips, laying a soft kiss upon the back of his hand. "Whenever you may have a worry, such as this one, inform me and I will provide you my aid. Your happiness - among all the things on Idalos - is what I value most. So please," he both offered, and requested. A portal opened up behind him as he spoke, and the mage stepped back, teetering on the edge of it as the vortex seemed to almost reach out to grip him.
"I'll be right back, my wife," he said, before stepping back once more and quickly appearing through the other side.
What followed after was a quickened journey. He did not bring the letter to Kaelrik, but in fact to Daniel, considering the man had much less to occupy his time. He informed him of the address, and even the purpose of the visit, finally revealing to him that he'd gotten married and would be away for some trials. The air that followed his words was tense, though mostly from confusion or apprehension. Daniel wanted Alistair to be happy, but did not know if marrying a man he'd met a week ago was quite the solution. Still, and promising not to tell Kleine until after their venture, he agreed to take the list of things to the mentioned home and to avoid contact with the old man. The letter would be placed among the items in whatever basket he brought to the old man, and though Daniel didn't read it he could only imagine the contents.
Alistair was gone for... what could have only been half a break, before re-opening a new portal and stepping back into the cabin. He truly followed his word, coming back quickly and without much to report. There were a few less nel in his domain bag, having been offered to Daniel to purchase the list of items, but all appeared to be well and the endeavor had been set into motion. Still, Alistair elected only to teasingly wink at the other and raise one of his lips unevenly, as if to quietly tell him that the task had been done without any further mention of their now-mutual father. He knew that excessive conversation about the man was perhaps not something that would bring any particular joy to his beloved's heart.
"Now..." he began, again, "I realize this is perhaps sudden, but have you put thought into the production of our heirs?" the noble asked, forwardly. It was an odd veer of a topic, but . . . "The moment we get married in Rynmere, at the beginning of Saun, we'll need to have our official consummation. Heirs must follow shortly afterwards, whether through a surrogate arrangement or by some other means." He realized that Zarik likely did not understand entirely how such things worked, and perhaps he believed that Asher would inherit and all was settled. But, realistically, they could not expect as much. "My boy, Asher, beloved though he may be... was not produced in a legitimate marriage overseen by the Seven. Only our children - yours and mine - have any hope to inherit, which means they must be brought about quickly. Would you like to discuss this now, my love? I think it might be for the best."
It was uncomfortable a topic for one so young, and in the midst of their vacation... but it wasn't entirely for the business of being a noble. Alistair wanted more children, and ones that specifically belonged to he and Zarik. And, as per his usual fashion of escalation, he'd decided to move to this topic at his earliest convenience.