Re: (Armanthor) The Lesser Eulysia
Armanthor smiled, felt a sense of pride in his people as he surveyed their defenses. Of course he should not have doubted their military prowess, he should have expected nothing less than an impregnable fortress of a city. As he smiled the corners of his eyes crinkled up, and he reached over and patted the soldier on the shoulder, then moved his hand up so that he grasped the nape of his neck, in a fatherly sort of way. He moved so that he was now standing at the warrior's side, and he shared in the soldier's view of the land.
He removed his hand from the back of the soldiers neck and placed his hands behind his back and merely soaked in the beauty of his realm, for it had been a long time since he had dwelt here. He sensed that it had been a very, very long time. There were a few moments of nostalgia as he took in the scenery. He let the wind sweep his golden locks, let the silence enfold him and swallow his being. He just listened and let his realm, his home, the essence of his people sweep through him. He closed his eyes, felt the realm with his mind, reached out with his five senses so that he could better swallow the feeling of his realm once again. He felt the earth, every granite and mineral, every life source from the smallest insect to the largest mammal. He let small tendrils of his feeling snake outward into the ground around him, took hold of the earth with his mind just to do it, to feel it. He just stood there like that for a few moments as he soaked in his realm. It's good to be back, good to stand beside my people once again, good to feel my land again.
He finally responded, looked back to the soldier, realized that he had probably waited a while to speak again and hoped that the soldier would not be distracted by his silence.
"Then all is well, and we can focus on other matters at hand. Tell me, who was left in command after Calbrey's departure, and what is the state of things? ", he paused, thought, and said, "What is your name, soldier? "