gaza
He’d never been on a diplomatic mission before, let alone one so… solitary and resting solely on the young man’s shoulders. He was well past the age where he should be accepting some responsibility in the kingdom (the Chamber’s precocious princeling put the young dally-er to shame), but that sense of dedication had yet to appear. It might eventually (and maybe the reason was that he wasn’t meant to live in the Desert), but for now he sort of went through the motions, not really caring about promotions and whatnot.
It was something to keep him busy. It was a visit to somewhere he’s never been.
He’s not sure whether or not any of the Gates’ members had ever known Vanquish (he can see it in their faces sometimes, their surprise - and often heartache - at how much he looks like the late Desert King), or whether they even know much about the now long-passed change of rulers. Surely someone knew. Though when Gaza gazed upon the ethereal serenity of the land, he briefly wondered why anyone would want to leave this place.
He could live here forever, he thinks, just by himself. Zilpah was definitely missing out on this one… even if she was off on her Great Adventure.
Gaza lingers at the edge of the kingdom, unmoving in his need to take it all in. He seems an onyx statue, some war-time monument who’s lost his rider, though the reality is that he is utterly relaxed.
vanquish x yael