WHAT'S A KING TO A GOD? | MEETING 5.20

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So, the castle was done for? Something about that saddened Thomas, and he wished it was not that way. He had grown up being protected by castle walls before he defended them in his late teenage years and early adulthood. Castles were, well, they were home. Their stones held secrets of the past and warmth of former and future kingdoms. However, his leader's words were law, and as a loyal member of Blackfall, he would not raise concern. He should not be worried at all. No, he should be glad for this extreme change of pace.

His hazel eyes left Cain to peer at the houses near them. They were not the castle rooms, but they were a hell of a lot better than the ground he had slept on in his travels since leaving his realm. He had traveled night and day and slept on frozen earth. Anything that had a mat he could sleep on was the best thing he would ever care to hear. Castle or not, he would be thankful for these rooms and houses. They seemed nice and cozy, anyhow. He knew he would enjoy them once he got used to them.

Returning to the Commander, he would nod at the other's words. There seemed to be much to do and discuss and plan. The work of budding communities were never quite finished, he knew. In his youth, he had helped set up villages, but that felt as though it were a life time ago. Leaving these thoughts of his old life behind, he focused on the here and now. He was eager to start these projects. He was eager to help get Blackfall up and running to the best of its ability.

He watched as Cain stepped down from the boxes he had been atop. "Noted." Crips, clear. Even with a single word, his far off accent was noticeable. "Thank you," he added, without meaning to. Ah, old habits died hard, did they not? He could hear his mother now: 'I am proud you remembered you manners, my son, but I did notice you almost forgot to use them! A good prince never forgets these things. Your little sister, Faye, can remember. Surely, you can too, love.'
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