Thread: I Always Wanted You (how_is_you x N7Biotic)

Weeks of being in a castle with little light being allowed in had caused Rydel's initial reaction to the bright sun of the outside world to be legitimate pain the brightness hurt his eyes. Walking to the carriage currently bumping its way down the road to take him to Elethdell had not been without a moment of the elf shielding his golden eyes from the sun. However, as the ride commenced and continued to its destination, Rydel had become accustomed to the sun once more, as he would have to if he were to stay in his home village between contracts. While his sister and the village at large was under the impression that he had gone to a college in the city to study for a year, they had been fed half truths. It was the truth that he had gone to what appeared to be a college in every face value imaginable, and he was studying there, but not for general academics or to be a mage. No, he had been picked out by a band of assassins to be among their fold, and the idea of killing for coin...well, frankly, it had excited him at the time. While he wasn't one to daydream of him being above the village he was raised in, the idea of a thousand gold each time someone less than likable was killed sounded like the sweetest music to him. It helped that his father had taught him self defense in secret, against his mother's wishes. Nothing particularly in depth, but the male elf could definitely wield a sword sufficiently enough in his earlier years. The carriage hit a particularly harsh bump in the dirt road, causing Rydel to hit his head on the roof. Cursing loudly at the sudden but very slight pain, his pointed ears picked up the sound of the driver shouting his apologies back to his passenger. That passenger decided not to speak his mind after all, it wasn't like the human piloting this carriage had any control over the condition of the roads. Rydel moved his one of his fingertips to the back of his right hand, a red glow appearing before fading when the fingertips were pulled away. While invisible to anyone looking, those inside the assassins knew how to produce the magical brand tying the elf to his new guildmates. It was simple, really the insignia of the assassins a pair of crossed daggers surrounded by a wreath of thorns encircled in a red outline. It was unmistakable if one knew, and while it worried Rydel at first that it was so easy for him to cause the mark to appear, he soon learned that was because he had the mark on his body, and thus was able to make it appear for verification or what not. He sighed in relief knowing it was still there, wondering if it would disappear if he were kicked out before chuckling. Of course it would no one left the Assassin's Guild still among the living. Rydel heard the sounds of children playing and the sound of the driver calling back to him that they had nearly arrived. He sat up straighter, looking out the window of the carriage to see those aforementioned children gathering around the extravagant cart. Rydel had never been one for ostentatious clothing or travel, but the white carriage with gold trim was all that was provided, to keep the disguise legitimate. The elf waited patiently for the carriage to come to a complete stop, checking his belongings as it did so. A knapsack full of books, his coin pouch attached to his belt full of 500 gold coins, and his leather necklace with a red gem attached. That was a gift from his late father, and Rydel had worn it day to day without break ever since his passing. Wearing a set of simple commoners clothing, Rydel scooped up his knapsack and stepped out of the cart, the sun hitting his eye once more and causing him to raise his hand to his forehead, the shade cast over his eyes welcome. His long black hair gently blew in the breeze, his eyes scanning for anyone he recognized.