Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20181204194214/@comment-25828117-20181209224023

Graicus wrapped the cloak around him to keep it from flapping in the wind as he straightened himself.

This was the adress.

Last chance to turn away

The gladiator rapped on the door.

For what felt like forever there appeared to be no response, it almost lasted long enough for Graicus to turn away and start walking but then the door was slowly opened to reveal the woman who he had seen earlier in a dark green cloak.

It was her. It was Mirella. definitely older, but she still had those young looking emerald eyes and that dark wavy hair. He held his breath when she looked at him.

"Graicus? Is... is that you?" Her eyes widened with disbelief.

"Hello, Mirella."

She opened the door completely now and stepped out to get a closer look.

"By the nine! I almost didn't recognise you! Graicus!"

Now she took a step back, taking him in.

"You've changed so much, look at you! so... big."

Graicus couldn't help but feel awkward now. It had been well over ten years. Before he become a gladiator.

"It's... It's good to see you again, Graicus." She assured with an apologetic tone to her voice. So much had happened since they last spoke that whatever hard feelings there might have been had been washed away by the mere passage of time.

"Won't you come in?" She added, feeling that the man was having difficulties navigating this conversation.

He nodding politely and followed her inside.

Whatever she had been doing could wait apparently, as she hastily cleaned up the table and motioned for him to sit, though when she offered him anything to drink he refused, even after she insisted.

"I thought you had left Bruma." He muttered. "You know... After..."

"I did." She sighed, finally sitting down after he once again waved away her offer for a cup of tea. "And lived a good life down south for a while but... My father, Arkay watch over him, passed away three years ago and so I had to come back to settle some family affaires."

"Then why don't you live in the old house? I passed it earlier but it appeared deserted."

"Yes, that whole mess..." She nodded with a mirthless chuckle. "Father's debts forced us to sell it and the current owner well... I don't know who the current owner is. And considering I left because of him and him being gone... I supposed there was no use leaving again..."

"I'm sorry." Graicus said, hanging his head slightly.

"For what? Graicus what you did for me and Helian I could never repay you. Even if it was messy."

Upon hearing his name the gladiator looked up again.

"How is he? The boy."

Mirella could only sigh and looked out of the window for a second.

"He's restless. Doing what any boy his age does. Discovering who he is."

"He's not here?" Graicus asked.

She shook her head. "No. He's out there... Somewhere. In the world. Figuring out what he wants to do with his life." Her eyes were welling up at this point. "It's my fault. I never settled down... Never let him have a home. A true home. And the abscence of his father..." Graicus had joined by her side at this point and rested his hands on her shoulders, comforting her.

"Pavo would be proud of you... Of him."

She looked up at the big man, a smile breaking through her tears.

"Oh Graicus..."

It had been so long.