Lloyd's really trying to lighten the mood around them when he gets the fire started, and as much as Zelos appreciates that, he finds that he actually can't focus on it too much. Once the fire's going Zelos stays where he's sitting across from the ex-knight, holding himself for warmth as night crawls in, back to thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking.
It's not completely silent. The crackling of the fire and the chirping of crickets fill the area, but the two of them remain quiet otherwise, so a sense of unease begins spreading through their campsite, accompanied by the tension of the unknown. It's awkward, and Zelos can't bring himself to look at Lloyd. In the calm silence of the night, out here with his failures and regrets staring at him from the flames, it's too easy for Zelos' thoughts to wander back to the manor once more.
What's Kratos doing, Zelos wonders. They've definitely been found out by now, the lord is sure. He must already have pieced together what happened, or at least someone else must've jumped to the conclusion that Lord Wilder got kidnapped by Aurion's rowdy child. So, the questions are: how long until someone comes looking? Where will they look first? The distance should've given them some advantage for now, sure, but that still--
Lloyd asks him a question.
Iselia, Iselia. Yeah, he's heard that name before--why wouldn't he? He's the lord. With the name ringing in his ears Zelos swallows down his unease, ripping his heavy gaze from the flames to meet Lloyd's, then looking away again, curling into himself. Things are awkward, sure, but fuck if Zelos isn't grateful for a distraction from and an answer to his own thoughts anyway.
"It's a sleepy, boring, tiny border town," Zelos supplies. "They have the unfortunate luck of being quite far from my immediate power to get anything quick, plus travel has difficult lately, so they've learned to be pretty self-sustainable as a result. I still try to help, though. But not a whole lot happens there." Something slowly dawns on Zelos as he speaks, a bright spot of clarity in his mind that leads him to pause then, frowning. A pair of questioning, violet eyes raise to meet Lloyd's again, some stray red hairs cascading down Zelos' face as he tilts his head. "Is that your destination? Iselia, of all places?"
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It's not completely silent. The crackling of the fire and the chirping of crickets fill the area, but the two of them remain quiet otherwise, so a sense of unease begins spreading through their campsite, accompanied by the tension of the unknown. It's awkward, and Zelos can't bring himself to look at Lloyd. In the calm silence of the night, out here with his failures and regrets staring at him from the flames, it's too easy for Zelos' thoughts to wander back to the manor once more.
What's Kratos doing, Zelos wonders. They've definitely been found out by now, the lord is sure. He must already have pieced together what happened, or at least someone else must've jumped to the conclusion that Lord Wilder got kidnapped by Aurion's rowdy child. So, the questions are: how long until someone comes looking? Where will they look first? The distance should've given them some advantage for now, sure, but that still--
Lloyd asks him a question.
Iselia, Iselia. Yeah, he's heard that name before--why wouldn't he? He's the lord. With the name ringing in his ears Zelos swallows down his unease, ripping his heavy gaze from the flames to meet Lloyd's, then looking away again, curling into himself. Things are awkward, sure, but fuck if Zelos isn't grateful for a distraction from and an answer to his own thoughts anyway.
"It's a sleepy, boring, tiny border town," Zelos supplies. "They have the unfortunate luck of being quite far from my immediate power to get anything quick, plus travel has difficult lately, so they've learned to be pretty self-sustainable as a result. I still try to help, though. But not a whole lot happens there." Something slowly dawns on Zelos as he speaks, a bright spot of clarity in his mind that leads him to pause then, frowning. A pair of questioning, violet eyes raise to meet Lloyd's again, some stray red hairs cascading down Zelos' face as he tilts his head. "Is that your destination? Iselia, of all places?"