#adrian.2

What was faith if it went untested?

Samson believed, foolishly, but he still kept faith that the son of Artemis would open his eyes again. Lit a candle for him with his devotions, and he said his prayers with Adrian at the forefront of his focus. A few hours each day, generally after lunch, were slotted to fix himself in the chair in the corner of the other's room. Mostly to read, occasionally to just talk at Adrian as Samson had taken to doing previously.

Today was different from the others, because when he reached the ward - Adrian was gone - and Chiron's face was beaming back at Samson as he relayed the good news. He'd apparently awoken, then headed out shortly after. Finding him came easy, Samson's first instinct had been the right one.

"You're up." Not a question so much as a very obvious statement of fact. The lingering suprise ebbed, then gave way to joy, “Welcome home.” 

They all had their thing apparently and after Adrian's public disclaimer, Adam had been meaning to run into the demigod again. Helped that the son of Zeus was presently - and quite actively - seeking distractions in all shapes and sizes. "Joe Exotic must be quaking right now-" Adam lifted his hand, expectantly and waited for the certifiable bro shake to complete the greeting. "My guy, all hail the new Tiger King."

Work was good. Steady. Really good, actually. Alrik had expanded before Progress Day but now - well - he had humbler beginnings than most, laced with the sort of tragedy that left him discontent. Lysara wasn't his home, it would never be his home, but he couldn't deny that in the time since he'd arrived things had improved for him. Love. Purpose. Destiny - they'd all integrated into one, tethering itself to his inherent curiosity and sure-footed pursuit of moving ever forward. It was in his nature to continue to tinkering, his father was a blacksmith so where runed iron were where his origins began, he'd managed to bridge that to his hammer, his body - and now the witch questioned: what was next?

Obsidian eyes flickered from the forge, the midday sun beating down on him as the embered flames glint across his hues. "Adrian." Alrik greeted, it had been a long time since their road from Iskaldrik to Lysara, now with those robes there was no denying where the other had landed. "I didn't know you were an Accepted, my sister joined the Tower too."