Chapter 332 - Reclamation of the Returning (II) (1/2)

*Eldovian Era 1723, 14th day of the 2nd month*

Aegin stood by the shoreline, observing the bay in it's busy hubbub. In all honesty, he could probably fly if he wanted to, but he had no idea how long that would take. If it'd take him two months to sail here last time, how much less time would it take to fly back. Could he fly back? Or would he need to stop for a meal somewhere? Where would he stop?

No, the gap was two large, and he wasn't versed in any stopover points. Better to sail, even if it was on one of the last sh.i.p.s before the Typhoon season really started.

”…I need it to communicate with a partner in Rene. Rene! Not a southern district here in Fashtin!”

”Sir, you'll need to use the Com Stations for a distance that large. I can apply for a chain communication if you want-”

”Chain communication? I'm not sharing private information with other people!”

Aegin raised a brow. Lord Moonshadow, as they were calling him now, certainly had been busy. There were many more products available for purchase, and new technologies with them. Aegin finally understood what Rassa had meant when he'd spoken of how influential the influx of Charms in the world could be. Aegin had even heard tales of a self-propelling carriage that turned a month-long journey into a matter of hours in Eldovia.

Try as he might though, Aegin had not been able to find a Moonshadow store here in the West. Something the locals seemed quite peeved about seeing as they had to buy charms second-hand at exorbitant prices from traders who'd brought them in bulk for this exact purpose. From what Aegin had heard, Rassa had already expanded significantly onto the southern continent. Why not the West?

Aegin couldn't help but think that it was perhaps because of him. Because Rassa had known that Aegin was here.

After all, he could feel where those he'd sired were if he concentrated hard enough, it wasn't a stretch to assume Rassa could do the same.

Speaking of those he'd sired…

”Were you just going to leave without us then?” asked Rima as she came to stand beside Aegin, Sevis and Tigin joining the two of them.

”You lot were weeping so much I feared I'd have to sail another Ocean before I even got to the shore,” Aegin replied.

Rima pursed her lips, ”Anyone would think you didn't care”.

Aegin raised a brow, ”Cora was one of my closest friends. As such I know that she'd want me to move on as soon as possible. The old bag didn't like tears. Besides, death is just another part of life. She's probably already started giving lectures to the Gods about their lack of a presence here”.

A smile pulled at Sevis' lips, ”Probably”.

”See, Sevis agrees,” said Aegin.

Rima rolled her eyes, ”Whatever, where are we going, anyway?”

”I probably won't be back for a while,” said Aegin, ”You don't have to come with me”.

”We're coming,” Tigin replied, ”Can't get rid of us if you tried”.

”I think I could,” Aegin grinned, ”But really, it might be decades before I come back”.

The three were silent before they all seemed to come to a silent agreement, ”We can't stay in the Hava Rastellan forever. Besides, we're not supposed to interfere in Tribal affairs. Cora's passing, natural as it was, has only highlighted to us how attached we are to Tribal life. If we are to live forever, we can't spend every spare moment mourning those who have raised us, or in turn, whom we have raised. Neither can we turn them all as a Balance must be kept”.

Sevis finished then turned to Aegin, ”So, we should go to where there are others like us. If only to learn how they cope with the reality and detachment of forever”.

Aegin nodded, ”Very well then, I suppose I can't get rid of you”.

”Not even if you paid us,” Tigin said.

”I don't know, I've got an awful lot of gold stocked up,” Aegin smirked.