when: 7th of the 10th month, evening where: the courtyard closed to: @viktordaegal
Even in the winter, when the lush courtyard of Castle Tyrholm has turned cold and gray, Francis loves to visit. In the summer, it is a bustling, sunny place where they can watch lovers and friends meet. In the winter, it is quiet; a place for Francis to find peace. This cycle is the embodiment of the Undying God, and they find solace in watching it unfold: the circle of life and death, death and life. They come to the courtyard to pray, to breathe in the salty air of the sea, to watch the flowers bloom and grow.
Francis does not expect to find Viktor there, when they arrive the evening after the excitement at the tournament, but the Undying God has made their meeting so. They do not understand why, but they are confident it will be revealed in time.
Francis sits on a bench beside Viktor. They do not look him in the eye, but rather they stare outward, toward the sea. It is silent for a moment, as Francis contemplates what to say ( as it is unlikely Viktor will speak first ).
“That was quite a feat you accomplished yesterday,” Francis says finally, their voice meshing with the ebb and flow of the waves. “You have a quick hand.”