It had been a long-- but mostly successful-- night. Even though he had been returned to his former rank at last, Abel had volunteered to take a watch. A very specific watch. Sure, he was above these more common tasks now, but it was a little different for him than any other watch. The difference was what he was searching for, what he had caught wind of, what he would pursue if he could.
Firstly, he'd been hoping to meet Thunder, a horse he had ridden when Sagittarius was ill. Abel had bonded with him as easily as he had with his mare, but the stable he belonged to had turned him loose sometime later, much to the cavalier's dismay. And yet, he'd checked up on him once before to find that he was fine. Even now, he was hoping to find that fact unchanged.
And secondly, there was a rumour on the wind. While he had given up searching for his errant, wayward wife, the fire never faded from his heart. He missed her, but he wouldn't dare even ask that she return to him. He simply hated to leave things unfinished, to leave so much unspoken. He wanted closure, and mostly, he wanted to know she was safe. She'd always been a magnet for danger, and he worried terribly for her.
So he took this watch because it was along a path a pegasus knight would most likely be to take. He was sick of these rumours, as that's what they usually were, but he never gave up the hope that just once.. just once, it might be true.
That night, he'd run across Thunder. Abel was happy, and his horses played around with each other for a while before Thunder disappeared again. But as he expected but hoped fiercely against, he did not run across Est. That was fine, he supposed... all that was left was hope. Not even belief. And the lack of disappointment was so profound that he slept very well, despite how short it was.
He was woken up by a call, and as he dragged himself from sleep, he admired the way his body sprung into action. Yes, definitely the best sleep he had had in a long time. His muscles worked smoothly, without pain, and his mind was sharp and alert within moments. He poked his head out through the flap in his tent, on high alert. Waiting there wasn't any sort of trap though: just a strange knight, and he seemed distressed.
"Is something the matter?" Abel inquired as he fully exited his tent. He was still wary of an ambush, but that didn't stop him from being courteous and concerned.
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