Aside from a few more mishaps, breakfast seemed to go without a hitch. At least from his kin’s idea of it as well as it looked to be from the rosenites that were now entangled with the Wintercrest name. With that out of the way, the two started on their way out to see the city- of course, Jordas would be coming back to spend some time with the family before he left in a few days. His men were left to their own devices while he was gone and he followed…no, was escorted by Rose until she literally yanked him onto the streets. “Why was I suppose to have gotten los…” There was something odd about her, like the Rose he had met had been some sort of mask. He was amazed by it, but he supposed that it came with the territory that was their untied families. They all had their quirks and weren’t conventional by any means, he could understand that.
Still confused over her words, the wolf was dragged over to the aqueduct rather than the bridge that led to her mother’s portion of the city. “Hey now, what do you think…” She wasn’t seriously thinking about…oh no…
Before he could protest, the two leaped (more so he was forced to) into the water. Somehow they ended up on the top of some castle, his wide eyes stared in awe over what was happening. Magic wasn’t something he was big on back at home and it was certainly throwing him for a loop. When he was finally able to get his senses together, that was when he noticed the city as a whole- each part differing from one another, but they looked to be one cohesive unit. He looked on in awe, peeking at the sights before looking down to see this lake she spoke so highly enough about. Scratching the top of his head, he continued to look around, eventually setting eyes onto the marketplace as instructed. “Not really mad, I’d say…most places typically have even the little ones and the elderly work unless they are of high class, but that’s the typical concept the rest of the world had adopted. Seeing how your siblings are, doesn’t seem to be the case here.”
“Hm, that’s what I’ve heard. The “main” attraction of the city being that, though I can see why you lot would have a surplus of children, bastard or otherwise.” Being closer to wolves than people, he didn’t quite grasp how one could abandon their own children, or have several one night mates. Even his Uncle had trysts that mattered to him and raised his bastard child, which was Blaine of course. “Only makes sense that y’all would. Someone has to take the reigns, and if it ain’t the men, then it’s only fair that women take charge. Though it's nice to know that they will fight just as much as men do over women.”
When the subject changed to her mother, he frowned but listened. While he had a better grasp over why she was the way she was and he could on some level understand, his pride had been wounded along with his men and it wasn’t going to be easy for him to swallow for a little bit. That Wintercrest pride run deep in his blood, but it didn’t mean he wouldn’t try to make peace. “Well, if anyone was a good match for her, Blaine seemed to be the top candidate. Surprised that she made him such a family man. He was so sure that he’d never be tied down to one woman before. Guess the years have ways of changing people.”
Now only that, but to raise those that weren’t blood and take them on as the same as legitimate children seemed harder. But Blaine managed to raise the lot of them. ”Well, this Torn…he wasn’t wolven, was he? Us wolves tend to be loyal to one until literal death does us part. That might help to explain why he was so crossed with the fellow. Either that or he did exactly die. But your father has been known for being a hothead- has that cooled down as well?” He thought it was only right since she started calling his cousin “father”.
“Eh, the little buggers will be strong. They carry your people’s blood as well as the Wintercrests. All survivors that weather the storms and such. Hate to be their enemies when they’ve grown up. Our kind is fighters that will go down swinging even if things look grim. Pretty sure there’s fight left in your father and uncle if something happens, even if they are old”, he said with a quick chuckle. “It’s fine. Family history and remembering those before us and after is a strong thing to us. Not many of my family are around, at least until I learned that some were up here. Not too long ago, I had to bury my father, your great uncle.” He held a sad smile, no point in getting all depressed, especially since he had lived a good life.
Again, he was strung along her and they phased out of the water. All this warping about was making him slightly dizzy, but he had dealt with worse in his life. Jordas shook his head until everything stopped rattling and looked to Rose. “Nah, that’s not really my thing. My guards, on the other hand, one or two at the most probably are willing to visit such fine…establishments.” Finally she decided not to pull him about and walk with him instead, something he could appreciate. Thank the gods.
“Yeah, you say that this is more than just a paradise, but surely through a visitor’s eyes like my own, it’s hard to think anything bad about Sularia. I have heard bits and pieces of its history though. But overall, it's a nice place- wish it was a little colder though.” Wishful thinking aside, it was a lovely place that he could see visiting more often, especially if Rose was his escort through here. Just no more of that warping stuff.
“Still unfamiliar with this place, so I’ll follow your lead. What other places do you like, Rose?”, he spoke, hosting a genuine smile on his face.
