Estinien couldn't feel the small breeze that could have kissed his face, nor could he feel the morning sun shining high above the clouds brush warmly on his skin. His armor weighed heavy on his shoulders, a burden he carried with him for the longest of times.
The drive to end the war himself was all he knew, and he hoped the parley with Hraesvelgr failed. Long had he waited for his wedded battle with Nidhogg.
He surveyed the area at the highest point nearest to their campsite. It was almost a miracle to see not a single dragon soul in the vicinity. He looked down upon the camp where his companions laid resting. He focused his attention on the tired campfire. The trail of smoke had already ceased to be hours before. His mind wandered on the tasteless food of last night. Not much to blame as there was not much spared in the surrounding area, lest they become food themselves to the dragons.
Upon seeing the Lady Iceheart sit up from her rest, he jumped down to her. She looked at him lazily before switching over to concern. "Something ails you?"
"Nay. I mean to fetch breakfast before the young lord awakens."
Ysayle lifted a brow. "Breakfast?" She looked around to her companions and then back at the dragoon.
"Fear not. The Warrior of Light went to patrol the surrounding area." Estinien crouched down slightly. "I will return shortly." Immediately, he master jumped off into the sky.
Ysayle sat there, mouth agape. "He means to serve us breakfast?" She cracked a smile and proceeded to relight the campfire.
... It wasn't long until Moghan and Alphinaud woke from their slumber. Ysayle was staring diligently at Estinien who was kneeling beside the campfire stirring a wooden spoon in the small pot.
"Why, Estinien. I did not think you were well versed in handling a heated pot, let alone cooking." Ysayle spoke with a snide. Alphinaud brought a fist to his mouth, attempting to hide the smile emerging on his face. "Now, now. This is a treat. A side of Estinien we've ought to see."
"I shall take no offense to that. I was not always the Dragoon you see before you." He said without turning to them. He brought the spoon to his mouth, tasted it, and smiled in satisfaction. "I was but a naive young shepherd. I had to learn my ways about the household if I am to take over my father's place."
He took a spoonful and poured it into a small bowl before proceeding to pour into three other bowls. Moghan happily took his bowl and sat next to Alphinaud.
"Mind you, 'tis hot, Master Alphinaud." Estinien presented the young Elezen his bowl which he took with both hands.
The smell of the porridge was a sensation in itself, making Alphinaud's mouth water before he even served himself. He blew on the hot meaty contents on the spoon before eating it. "From a simple shepherd to an Azure Dragoon. That must have been a treacherous road."
"All roads are treacherous, young master. It is the drive to carry it out what pushes you to succeed."
Ysayle placed the bowl on her lap. "Perchance that drive is strict to vengeance with you, ser?"
"I'll have it no other way," Estinien said sternly.
Ysayle's brows furrowed. "Our speaking with Hraesvelgr comes first. I have much more to say to him that may help in gaining his assistance in stopping this war."
Estinien stood up and pointed his spoon at her. "So the Lady Iceheart wishes to sweet talk the great wyrm? Let us hope there is more weight to her words."
Ysayle felt her eye twitch in annoyance and she continued to eat her food.
Alphinaud watched the Dragoon in admiration. He thought about his prestigious life once again. Ignorant to simple things, and simple favors that lead to the downfall of his company and the Scions. He lowered his head, turning the spoon around the empty bowl. What if this journey was for naught? He was taking charge once again, but this time, hoping to quell the raging war between dragon and man through words. Would his words even be heard? Was it a mistake to even try?
Alphinaud picked up his head to see Estinien looking his direction. "Something troubles you."
Alphinaud glanced sideways to the grass swaying in the wind. "It is almost like deja vu. I am leading a small band of people on a quest to bring safety to Eorzea. What if it is all for naught? I cannot fathom the outcome if something were to happen to any of you..."
"You stand against the tide and that is no small feat."
Alphinaud looked up at the Dragoon. "Not a soul would think to do what you're doing now. You and your Warrior of Light come into lands foreign and decide to help stop the war with words rather than battle. 'Tis no small feat indeed, Master Alphinaud."
Estinien watched a small smile form on the young Elezen's face and he nodded in agreement.
"That you are right, Estinien. Let us stand against the tide and turn the currents in our favor."