Terridus stood at the back of his ship as it pulled away from the docks of city Amber. He watched a slight trail of oil wash off the boat and his attention slowly drifted back to the lit castle on the hill. Tonight's festivities had gone much better than he had thought they would but still some occurances had rubbed him the wrong way.
The good instances of the evening were the meetings he had had with his cousins that had gone much better than he had thought. He had spoken with scala and virgil, two players in this game that Terridus could never predict. Astrid had also shown him a lot of unexpected kindness and even the traitor Garrick had been civil with him. Jubei had also shown him an unexpected vote of confendence and to top off the night, Elmdor was made next in line for the throne which had gotten Terridus thinking about just what that made him in sessession to the throne.
Although it was mostly good, there was some things that angered Terridus. Oberion had snubbed him at the feast when he failed to mention and help Terridus had provided to the fight against the rebellion. Maybe it was because Terridus had snubbed him by sitting alone at his empty table for Tenabrae. Whatever the case, Terridus was not pleased. Also, brother had angered him but as he searched his feeling he could tell that it was more sadness than anger. His brother had not introduced him to his new wife or their daughter, Terridus's new niece. It was strange to think of himself as an uncle now, but it didn't really matter. Even after he had gone up to his room, he was unable to see her.
Terridus spun on the spot, his white robes flapping in the sea breeze and marched away from the back of the ship towards the front of it, ever step he took made a heavier foot fall. He knew that how he acted and how he was put people off, but to now be treated so badly by his own brother stirred long dormant emotions in Terridus.
He got to the front of the boat and stared off into the distance, waiting to be back in his safe haven, a world that made sense to him. Soon the water below the boat turned to oil and the men on the deck dawned their air masks. As the sounds of the engines kicking on echoed in the night, he knew he was home. The Praetor had returned to Tenabrae.
