The Field of Belonging (Public Embassy/Marketplace)

After being given permission to enter the lands of the tiller state Yerazin and his diplomatic envoy made their way slowly to their main hub of activity in the nation. The idea of being being escorted by guards of the nation ended up being a good idea. Not to protect the civilians as the undead crossed through the lands, but to protect the envoy from the people. Several times the guards had to ward of angry mobs that would try and attack the dead convoy. It was not surprising given the nations past and yerazin did not feel anger towards them, mostly because it was his peoples fault that they had such a history to begin with.

After several days of travelling they finally made it. Before Yerazin stretched a never ending sea of tents. He had never seen the living in such massive numbers since... he shook his head, trying to rid his head of the memories. It was best that they set up the their tent as soon as possible and create the circle, he needed to report what he had learned to his lord. 

It had taken two days to move and organize everything into the tent embassy of Belrow. They had had many inquisitive looks from neighboring tents, a mixture of fear, curiosity and hatred. Such was to be expected, although Yerazin hoped to change that with time. The most tedious creation was the transference circle. A deeply uncomfortable affair it allowed the soul of one of the dead to be moved between two circles placed anywhere in the world through placing of an empty vessel in the opposing circle. Yerazin hated doing it, and would only do it when completely needed to, it was like having everything you where as a person being removed and placed somewhere else. It reminded him too much of the war. It must be done though, the relisation that a shard may have surfaced again, and trying to exact its terrible hunger once more was to great not to report immediately. 

Mihael grins at her as they move about the market. He asks everyone they meet if they have heard of a man bearing a powerful magic sword. Unfortunately no one here has heard of such a man, though a few suggest asking at the Wizard Guardian tower. Mihael is ever smiling and chipper when he talks to people and even though he doesn't get the news he wants he never sighs. Eventually he stops at a food vendor and he orders a couple of skewers laden with meat and vegetables for himself and Moon. Finding a place to sit he bumps snuggles in close shoulder to shoulder.

"Well no luck today, but maybe at this guardian tower. Would you like to stay the night at the inn? Enjoy an actual bed for a change?"

"I'm rather fond of our sleeping arrangement as well. Still I think sleeping together in a comfy bed might be just as good."

Mihael is quiet for a moment then adds with a grin.

"It might also be better for my back. After all a bed roll isn't as soft as what sleeps on top of me."

Mihael grins at her and nuzzled his nose into her neck as he laughs. Once their meal is finished he locates an inn and procures a single room with a large bed for the both of them. It is early evening so they don't have to retire straight away. Still they could drop off their bags which Mihael did, right before plopping down on the plush feather mattress. He let's out a long appreciative groan.

"I am very comfortable."

Mihael grabs Moon and pulls her on top of him. He kisses her fiercely before flipping her onto her back, something he had never done before. Evidently he was taking her up on her offer to reverse their sleeping arrangement. Looming over her gave him a new perspective when he broke the kiss and stared down at her. On a whim he leans in and kisses the base of her neck softly before moving up to the side.

"What's wrong?"

Mihael slowly raises his head to stare her in the eyes. He could feel how much Moon had been enjoying the kiss, but then there had been a sudden change. It often happened when things started to get intense. He would feel like they were on the cusp of... something then she would tense up and he would stop. He had never questioned it before, just assuming it was something wrong with what he had done, something wrong with him. Today though standing above her he feels emboldened.

Mihael stares down at her his look one that is unreadable. Not because there is no emotion on his face, but rather there is too many to pin down. Concern, understanding, love, worry, and so much more is coursing through him right now. For the man who wears his heart on his sleeve it is all plan to see for Moon. Eventually he gathers his thoughts and he says hesitantly.

"I love you more than I can adequately say. I won't push you to do something you are afraid of. I want to be with you, if that is what I need to do to be with you forever. I will also wait for you, for as long as you need. Still I don't think you should live in fear of what might happen. Sometimes you have to be bold, be brave, and just do whatever it is you need to do."

Miheal rolls off of Moon and onto his side facing her. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her close. He holds her tightly as he sorts through his own emotions. It is all so complicated and confusing. Everything else with Moon had seemed easy and right, but when it came to this things always got muddled. He isn't one hundred percent sure why that is, perhaps it was because he had only ever loved Moon. She had loved other people in the past and she had been hurt he hadn't been. Once he thinks he know what he needs to say he says. His voice is a soft murmur as he says the only thing he can think to say.

"I understand, and I love you Moon. I can wait I will always wait for you."

Mihael blinked and tenses at her words. Moon was worried he might leave her? Did he come off as that irresponsible and dishonorable? That thought seemed to make the world crash down around him. The knight who had searched for years for his king without ever losing hope. The man who never seemed to frown or be sad. Mihael the constant optimist, fell into despair at Moon's words. He had rarely felt sad in his life and he found he did not like the feeling not one bit. He almost pulls away from Moon, almost stands up and leaves, but he stops himself. He thinks on what she said, all of it. He doesn't like what he finds, but it does give him hope. From what she had said he gathered that her head knew the truth, but her heart was uncertain. That hurt him more than any blow he had ever been dealt. Still he supposed given what the last two men she had loved had done to her he could understand. If he left her now, even if it was only to get his head on straight he may never fully win her heart. So slowly with every last ounce of control he can muster he relaxes his body. Then he pulls her tightly into his embrace and kisses her forehead.

"I think I understand. I give you the same promise I did on that beach. I will continue to strive to be the man you know I am in your mind, until you can accept it in your heart. It hurts to know that part of you still doesn't trust me, but I will not leave. I want you to trust me with everything Moon, just as I trust you."

Mihael saw the tears streaming down Moon's face and he yearned to wipe them away. He felt like an utter fool, he had just thought he would reverse their sleeping positions like she suggested. Why had he asked her that question now she was sad and her sorrow render his heart painfully. Before he can move his hands though her lips are on his and she is kissing him. His eyes open wide and he isn't sure what to do. He allows instinct to guide him, he kisses her back just as fiercely. He pours every ounce of love and desire in his heart into the kiss, as though he is trying to conquer her fear and sorrow with his love.