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year 5, quarter 3
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[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] The sun shone brightly in the east when little children and their caretakers began to exit the little cottage alongside their caretakers who were just as excited as them to start this new day under good weather.
“It seems like the gods have granted us our wish today.” The older caretaker said, a gorgeous smile painted across her lips that made her look a bit younger than her actual age.
Nerissa nodded in reply to the old woman’s comment concerning the weather, herself smiling as well at the sight of the lovely sun while the children from the orphanage began to do their daily tasks prior to the start of their classes before noon.
“It looks like it.” She kindly replied to her before bringing back her attention towards her young students, having wanted to ask Madam Edith about this new teacher all of the kids were referring to since she arrived last night. “I heard from the children that a new tutor would come to the orphanage today. Is that true?”
“Yes, indeed. After you’ve told me to send in a request to the Dragonblades’ headquarter in Provo for another instructor, I received notice that a young man would soon visit us to help you teach the children more advanced notions and skills that would be beneficial for them in the future.”
The young lady chuckled in relief, glad that Miss Yuna had accepted their request for a new tutor to come to Madam Edith’s orphanage on such a short notice. “That’s great news. I wonder who this person might be since there are not a lot of people who would come to such a remote place like this one.”
“I have no clue either, Miss Nerissa.” She responded, slowly setting back to the cottage in order to take care of a 12-month old child named Evie. “Anyway, please let me know if you need anything. Otherwise, I’ll leave you in charge of these little troublemakers for the rest of the day.”
Nerissa giggled and nodded once again at her words. “I’ll take note of that. Thank you.” She said to her in response, and when the other caretaker was out of sight, she finally began her first task of the day and asked three-year old Galen to accompany her since he was still too little to do chores on his own.
[attr=class,bulk] For three weeks, Dion hardly left Terence’s side. He slept in Terence’s bed meant for one, his head resting on Terence’s shoulder and Terence’s arm wrapped comfortably around his waist. He insisted upon caring for Terence in all ways other than magic, and the healers agreed even if Terence was reluctant to accept. Dion had learned the art of cleaning and dressing wounds from the camp’s physickers though he had never been allowed to perform such lowly work himself. To care for another, to bathe them and bring them food and assist in their recovery was not suited for princely hands.
But he was no prince here – at least, he was a prince without a kingdom to serve – and there were no such expectations from any but the two of them. Terence might have objected on principle, but Dion delighted in the freedom of this broken taboo. Terence’s objections quickly faded once they were able to eat together, both picking off a single tray set upon Terence’s lap. Terence’s eyes closed contentedly every time that Dion brought a cloth of warm water to his bare chest in a loving, almost sensual motion. As for the caring of his wounds, Dion could think of no better suited. The act of giving rather than receiving such care was a gift that he could do nothing but cherish.
When there was nothing else, they would idle away their hours with stories. Terence, telling of the world his sacrifice had created. Dion, telling of this new world and all he had learned of it. He would also tell of the local gossip simply to pass the time, and one day as he passed through the clinic preparing another tray of food and a bag of the appropriate potions, he heard of such gossip passing through the secretary’s hands.
There had been a request – mercenarial business, it seemed, though quite unconventional at that. A local orphanage had asked for an educational visit for its children. The secretary lamented that while this was good work, they were a clinic and needed every set of hands they could muster.
Dion brought this news to Terence, and to his surprise, his knight countered with a request of his own.
”Could it not be you?” Terence asked, and Dion nearly started in surprise.
”I vowed never to leave your side,” he countered, but Terence gave a weak laugh and pointed out that such a task, if taken literally, would be quite troublesome indeed. He was feeling much better, he insisted, and Dion’s talents could be better served elsewhere.
He was not wrong. After nearly a month of recovery, Terence was no longer a man on death’s door and looked stronger every day. Dion needn’t worry for his health, but to leave him here when they had only just been reunited…
It was a difficult decision, but one that he ultimately conceded. Terence was rarely wrong. Not in this nor in anything else.
And so Dion unexpectedly volunteered to take on the task. He was given directions and seen off on chocoboback. The road was easy to follow with little danger in sight, but still, Dion kept his lance strapped to his traveling pack even if he had not donned his armor for a fight. He did not expect one, and one did not come to meet him. The orphanage was only two days of travel away, and he made to his destination in good time.
He arrived by morning to a quaint cottage near the woods. It was isolated along roads lesser traveled, but it was not lonely for its isolation. Indeed, it seemed almost cheerful with the brilliant rays of sunlight and the sounds of laughter from children at play in the yard. It was only as Dion dismounted, unstrapping his lance out of habit, that he realized that he had never played at the role of a tutor before. Not a scholarly one, at least, and though he was well-studied, he couldn’t help but wonder the good it would do when he had been educated on strictly Valisthean matters – more specifically, that of the Holy Empire.
Dion sighed and shook away his doubts. He had learned well that confidence was key, and that if he did not possess it, he must at least present the facade. And so he strode towards the cottage with his head held high, offering a polite smile to any child that stopped to gaze at him in awe. He supposed he posed a striking figure even without his noble titles or his dragoon armor. It was only natural that he would draw their eye.
He found a woman among them, tending to the garden it seemed with a young child at her side. Dion slowed his step so as not to startle her. ”Pardon,” he said as he approached. ”But you would not happen to know of a Miss Muireach by chance? She sent a summons to a clinic to the north.”
[attr=class,punkisavelighttext] Taking care of the daily chores in such a remote place like this one wasn’t always an easy task for the young Muireach woman. The cottage in which Miss Edith and the children lived always needed continuous maintenance on each of its floors with a garden that demanded to be tended almost every day to avoid shortages of fruits and vegetables in the kids’ plates so that they could grow up into strong and healthy adults later on. Of course, the most rigorous jobs that needed to be done around the orphanage were left in the care of Nerissa as she did not want any of them to get hurt while they attended their (boring) afternoon classes with the directress. And yet, even then, she’d need the occasional help of the three oldest children of the place, Theron, Maela, and Reed, to be able to complete the tasks in time before the coming of dusk. Thankfully, she wouldn’t need to ask for their help today since the chores were simple to do on the list of things Miss Edith had given them about two hours ago.
“Good job, Galen. We’re almost done with our basket of berries. Soon, you’ll be able to eat them as a delicious pie for the midday meal~. Are you excited?” She playfully told him in a childish tone, earning him a cute little smile on his lips as he thought of the tart he would be eating for lunch with everybody else. “Yeah? How nice~.”
As she was about to ask him another naive question to keep him entertain, the sound of hoofs stamping quietly on the ground made their way at the front of the little house and, immediately enough, the young woman rose to her feet and directed her attention towards the approaching chocobo and its rider. From a far distance, she could only distinguish the blond hair of the man and his flashy armor that seemed of greater quality than the one she used to wear as a Cursebreaker back in Valisthea. Naturally, this proved to be quite useful in terms of information, not that she was going to judge him for his tutor’s abilities or anything, but she’d have a better idea as to whom Yuna had sent at this faraway place. Thankfully, the children do not seem to be startled in his presence, which is a good sign to me.
Nerissa calmly waited for the tutor to get off from his horse, and once he made his way towards her, she offered him a kind greeting, answering the only question he had for her since arriving here. “It is I, my good sir. And you are…?”
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Is he the tutor Yuna sent us? He seems... quite stoic.
[attr=class,bulk] The woman who turned to face him was simply clad with warm eyes and a cascade of brown hair that was braided in the front and tied to keep it from her eyes. She looked like a farmer’s daughter in any rural town of Sanbreque, the kind whose youthful beauty would leave his men pining while he stifled an exasperated sigh. Here, however, there were no soldiers under his command. It was only him, this woman, and a child he had not noticed before.
The child stared at him with an expression somewhere between wonder and caution. The woman, Nerissa Muireach, only smiled and asked him his name.
That question, simple as it was, had long carried the weight of expectation and titles that now meant nothing. Indeed, he felt himself hesitate before he brought himself to full height again and extended his hand. ”Dion Lesage,” he answered. His own name sounded bare without its usual complications. ’Prince, Dominant of Bahamut, Warden of Light.’
It felt somehow liberated and hollow at once.
Still, Dion managed to return her soft smile. ”I owe Yuna a great debt and only hope that I can be of help to those who would seek her aid.”
He couldn’t say how well he played the part of a commoner. He had foregone his gauntlets and chainmail armor. He wore no signifiers of his status except, perhaps, for his ruby inset earrings and his conspicuously ornate lance of which he would surely have no need. He could hardly leave it unattended, however. It would fare far better stored safely inside.
