26 Vhalar 719
It was a balmy trial, when the Gofrith ship anchored at the docks of Scalvoris. Luka gathered his travel pack against his shoulder. From what he saw so far, Scalvoris didn't look like much, but beyond the ramshackle buildings along the port, perhaps there'd be more to see. To rival Raelia, though? He doubted it. Luka said farewell to the captain of the ship, who also happened to be one of his older half-brothers, and they would likely share supper together before the other Gofrith turned around and headed back home. For now, he wanted to get onto land and find the place where he was meant to stay.
He had his papers from the Syns with him, but he didn't even know if they'd be needed. More importantly than the military documents that his half-brother had stamped when he left the ship, was the documents he had in a wide satchel: paperwork of his father's interests. He had some things that his father-in-law had also given him, but the Argent Lord Gofrith had been the one to initiate his travel to Scalvoris. Luka still wasn't certain as to the nature of it, but when he read through the various papers during the voyage over, he realized that his father had set out a great deal of work for him - far more than either Magnus House or the Ragnari intended for.
Paramount to that, his father had written to him, was that he was to remain in the Scalvoris islands until further notice. Maybe even until the snows in Melrath melted and Ashan brought the green of grasses back to the lands.
Katya wasn't happy about it, of course. At least he had told her where he was going though. He hadn't been supposed to inform her of the details, on both instruction of his father and the military. But when he'd told her about his departure, and she'd cried for so long in front of their hearth, he'd felt so uncomfortable that he gave in. He could have lied, he had supposed a few times during the voyage. Perhaps because she was the mother of his children, he couldn't bring himself to. He felt she should truly know where he was, while she was raising the children in Raelia over the cold seasons.
Part of him felt guilty for leaving her. Certainly, he worried about what she'd said the morning that he'd left... that she might be already expecting another... and if she bore a child while he was away, that would make things complicated according to their family traditions. He wouldn't be there to name the child, and then the child wouldn't be considered a viable noble among their siblings. Maybe he'd return to Raelia before then though. It seemed a needless worry. He didn't even know if Katya had been speaking true or if she'd simply been trying to get him to reconsider one last time.
As Luka started along the dock, however, he forgot his guilt quick enough. He had no children running about him, had no obligation of assuring their safety, didn't have to exchange watches or feedings or reading... Luka felt a sense of almost taboo freedom. It swelled in his heart with each step he took away from the ship and toward Scalvoris Town. No wife. No kids. No Raelian socialites watching his every move.
If he weren't trained to maintain his composure from an early age, Luka might have even grinned at that moment.
Instead, he stopped at the end of the dock and reached into his jacket. He noticed the fashion here was very different like his half-brother had mentioned. He'd borrowed the attire he wore now, but he would need to acquire his own new clothing in the Scalvoris fashions rather than the Melrathi trends. Already his embla and mage's marks stood out in their goldleaf designs. Luka realized while he unfolded a thin map that in this foreign place, he could even wear gloves and hide his mage's marks that were tattooed on the back of his hands.
How freeing, it all felt.
He had plenty to do, and he'd gone over it again and again while on the voyage, but before him was a town where he could... relax
, he dangerously thought to himself. How nice that would be, to merely relax for a bit or two.
Luka turned the map over, then looked over his shoulder. There were others that'd come along with him. A handful of Melrathi, both in the Ragnari and not, and he knew most of them rather than not... but he would talk with them later. He didn't have much choice in it. Most of them either had similar tasks assigned, or were social sorts that wanted to stick with other Melrathi.
Luka eyed the area, then followed the map in the direction to the establishment where his father had sent word ahead and registered a room for him at the start of Vhalar.