It was yet another blissful, beautiful day in Hargeon Town, one of the primary incoming and outgoing ports of Fiore; the amount of ships that sailed in and out of the harbour on a daily basis was mind-blowing. Everything from fishing vessels to luxury yachts and single-man sailing sloops came in and out at an alarming rate, even for someone who was used to the comings and goings of seabearing ships. Uriel Tyrae was one such creature, who took solace in staring out into the ocean and seeing a ship catch its sails into the wind and felt the breeze across his face as a marvel of human ingenuity and engineering took hold to cross the seas at amazing pace. A true Ca-Elian born man, his life was the ocean. Her salty spray, the uncertainty of footing on deck, the dangerous rush of a sudden squall or storm - this was what he had been born into, bred into, was ready to face at any time. Therefore, for him to be on the docks to watch the ocean? This was absolutely normal. This was his happy place, his joy, his moment of quiet reflection and happiness. To him, there was nothing better.
However, by some dint of fate, today’s trip was not solely for meditation’s sake. Today, Uriel came to Hargeon with glorious purpose. One of the most glorious purposes he could have possibly visited.
You see, Uriel’s lifelong friend, fellow birthday companion, and all around wonderful human being Morgana was due to arrive here any minute. As always, they had exchanged messages back and forth, debating the path they were going to take. Even before Uriel’s family had been informed of the Tyrae scion’s intent to leave Ca-Elum on his quest for adventure, Morgana had known. She had been his most ardent supporter in the decision, even after his parents had come to terms with it. Uriel, unflinchingly, had done it because she was happy with that decision.
For her to make the decision to leave the motherland and come with him had been nothing short of a shock to his system. One that, in hindsight, he had absolutely appreciated. One that he loved, one that he was so thankful for. To have her here in Fiore, which was still a strange land to him, was a decision that Uriel was so blessed to have received.
So, he stood on the docks, waiting for the same vessel that had bore him here. The Indefatigable, a merchant ship, made a routine monthly trip to Hargeon to deliver supplies. Sure enough, there it was in the distance, flanked by a pair of Ca-Elian naval warships that were due to drop anchor a few miles offshore in order to respect the sovereign waters of the foreign power. On that ship was the one woman who knew him better than he did. Its shape was unmistakable, given that he had spent so much time on it himself, and now all he needed to do was wait for it to arrive in port and offload its most precious cargo.
His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his ribcage. Gods be good, it was going to be incredible to see her again.