#nomad.starter

adam  welcomed  the  atmosphere  of  the  bustling  marketplace  as  a  change  of  scenery  from  the  insides  of  the  castle,  having  been  sent  to  run  an  errand  and  dragging  it  out  for  as  long  as  he  assumed  he  could  get  away  with.  a  basket  of  fruits  and  cheese  in  one  hand,  he  found  himself  wandering  across  cobblestones  and  absentmindedly  taking  in  the  sights.  what  happened  next  should  come  as  no  surprise  -  this  was  adam,  after  all,  and  it  would  be  uncharacteristic  of  him  not  to  stumble  upon  some  misfortune  in  his  attempt  at  completing  a  task.  thus,  as  luck  or  the  lack  thereof  would  have  it,  his  shoe  caught  on  a  stone  on  the  ground,  sending  the  young  servant  tumbling  forwards  and  right  onto  the  unsuspecting  person  before  him  -  fruit  spilling  out  of  the  basket  and  all. 

this supposed era of tranquility, if one could even label it as such, was slowly but surely driving him to his demise. he had fought tooth and nail for so long, only to be expected to play nice with these people now? the mere thought of it was laughable. the majority of them, if not all, would rather see him six feet under for the sins he had committed. he found their hatred for him humorous.

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the news of impending snow seemed to throw some people into worse distress than the constant rain. he could hardly blame them. but distress led to hysterics, which meant he had his hands full with a lot of nothing. "if you are also here convinced you have been cursed, i'm afraid i cannot help you beyond recommending a hot bath." carus turned, having heard approaching footsteps. "if it is a problem less magical, though, i would be more than happy to assist." unless, of course, they were willing to pay a bit extra for a bit of magic, for discretion. it had been some time now since he'd communed with a god. he should probably read up on some of the other pantheons, expand his services a bit.

Perhaps it was wrong of her to laugh- but she cannot help it. Watching her daughter run through the freshly fallen snow had been enough to make her smile- but when the little redhead stooped to pick up a handful of the snow to form it into a ball, Caoimhe made no move to stop her. She should have expected the girl to throw it- but the laughter still escaped her when it was thrown at the other. "Niamh! I'm sorry, she's just a little excited." The queen looked to her daughter. "Please apologize, we do not throw things at people."

it  was  not  an  ideal  way  of  spending  his  birthday,  that  much  was  for  certain.  laying  in  bed,  staring  up  at  the  ceiling  of  his  tent  -  so  uncertain  of  what  comes  next  and  still  with  the  damn  runny  nose  that  he’d  acquired  what  felt  like  ages  ago  but  more  likely  was,  what,  some  days?  either  way,  magnus  was  miserable.  it  had  become  almost  a  constant  state  for  the  young  viking.  even  now,  on  his  birthday.  curled  up  with  a  blanket,  listening  to  the  rain  fall  outside  the  tent.  mind  jumping  between  trying  to  process  all  that  had  happened,  and  trying  to  shut  it  all  out  in  favour  of  not  stressing  himself  out while his immune system ran amok.