Alexandria requested a few members of the other communities to attend their council meeting today. Tara couldn’t leave, so she suggested that Jesus go in her place. He didn’t mind, he’d do anything for her, he was just a little hesitant.
He didn’t want the people to start viewing him as a leader - he wasn’t.
But he went anyway, because Tara asked him to. And since he was representing the community, he put his hair up in a bun to at least look a little more presentable.
Upon entering Alexandria, he hops off his horse and starts to walk her over to the nearest stall one of the guards directed him to, leaving her with one of their stablemen. Including his horse there were a handful of gorgeous steeds being tended to.
Lifting his hand - the one with the now almost scar, Jesus takes off his glove and reaches out to pet a few of them. He’s cautious with them, and allows them to smell him first before he gives them each a pat.
Blue eyes catch a glimpse of his wound, almost healing perfectly. His mind drifts to Aaron, how they shared their first kiss, how much he missed him because it’s been too damn long in Paul’s mind.
“You’re from Hilltop, correct?”
Jesus snaps out of his thoughts then, smiling as the horse nuzzles into his touch. He turns and nods toward the other man. ❛Yes, I am.❜
“Great. Father Gabriel says the meeting won’t be starting until the King arrives, so enjoy our community.”
Slipping his glove back on, Jesus nods as he starts to walk around, though he’s not even sure where he’s going as he walks through the streets.
He wants to find Aaron while he has the time, that’s all he knows.