Marching On

Lance wasn’t sure what he had expected by going back to Hyrstmill last evening. A part of him had been feeling… Lonely. Lost even. Wanting to remember life back before it had become so damned complicated.

To remember the first person he had gotten close to after leaving Ishgardian territory for the first time. A friendly smiling face that he missed so much.

Lady Miu… A part of him longed to know how she was doing. How she fared in the time since they had parted ways. Her heart not ready for a relationship with him. She had let him down gently. Always a sweet woman even on the day she broke his heart.

However his visit to Hyrstmill ended up being… Odd to say the least. He was still trying to process everything that happened last night.

He had run into Miu again. After so long apart. Except… Miu had apparently had quite the story in the time they had not spoken. Miu was no longer a woman. He was honestly shocked at first. Yet… She was still Miu even if she now had a male body instead. All due to a misadventure.

Lance ran a hand over his face before looking towards the great sword sitting by his desk in his new apartment. Maybe what he needed was to try again to learn. Move on to other training. He could feel the pulling allure of that stone he had found down there. Had found it even after someone had tried to hide it from him. Most likely Tara. He had been on a rather self destructive streak when she had found him.

Still no sign of Tara. Or even Alexois. Yet now he had Miu back. Even if she was different now. It was still going to take him time to get used to. He still found himself referring to her as a woman. Not to mention he refused to tell her just how much he had missed her. Miu had more then enough problems on her own plate. He refused to add to them. No way in seven hells would he admit to Miu that he still had lingering feelings despite their time apart. Despite the changes. Miu was still Miu inside. His feelings would remain his own personal secret.

Lance plopped down in one of the armchairs in his apartment with a heavy sigh. He had options but right now all of them seemed… Dangerous. He was trying to be good for Tara’s sake. But… His cousin was going off on a wild adventure. His family… Well technically he was still disowned. Yet he worried for his little brother who was now head of the family. He felt almost unneeded. Lost. All he truly had was his work at Skyfire watching over the young Lord Francel.

His eyes wandered around the apartment. It was warm and inviting. Yet so very lonely. Even Soren was too busy for him to catch and return the key to the other man’s apartment. He owed the man for giving him a place to stay after the whole fiasco with his family. Still wished to find out what had happened that night in Ishgard. Destiney had only given him vague answers.

Finally he stood and walked over to his desk. Hand wrapping around the hilt of that sword. The other hand swiping the stone from the desktop. Sitting idle wasn’t doing him any good. He needed to work. Needed to move. Anything but sitting there feeling sorry for himself. Remembering…