Ignis follows quietly behind Uncle Caelius, careful not to step on the ceremonial cape that brushed along the floor. Yesterday he had met Prince Noctis, and promised to be his friend and guidance. Their footsteps echoed on the polished stone floors of the Citadel, away from the public corridors.
Every so often, they'd pass a stern looking Crownsguard - and then, as they got closer to where they were going, Kingsglaive resplendent in black and silver.
Eventually, they got to a pair of double doors, flanked by two Kingsglaive. Both had partially shaved heads, and braids in their hair. Galahdians! Thought Ignis, astonished to see the legendary fighters up close.
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Marshal Leonis was abrupt, but polite enough as he leaned against the bench, watching as a tech scanned both of Ignis's handprints, and then took an identification photo. Uncle Caelius swapped information about upcoming budgetary changes for Crownsguard deployment locations with Marshal Leonis - and all the while, Ignis had the strange feeling that he was being assessed and measured.
Then, with a brand new chipped ID card burning a hole in his pocket, Caelius led him upwards, before stopping in a quiet, cream-carpeted antechamber. His uncle kneels, and rests a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"You'll be fine, Ignis. I'll be back later this afternoon, and we can go and get pasta for dinner."
Behind him, a door opens and a Very Tall Woman walks in, full skirt sweeping across the floor. Caelius squeezes his shoulder once, and stands, brushing non-existant dust from his clothes.
"Ah, Lord Scientia. I should have expected you to be early."
oh, you've always been my north star (baby ignis)
Every so often, they'd pass a stern looking Crownsguard - and then, as they got closer to where they were going, Kingsglaive resplendent in black and silver.
Eventually, they got to a pair of double doors, flanked by two Kingsglaive. Both had partially shaved heads, and braids in their hair. Galahdians! Thought Ignis, astonished to see the legendary fighters up close.
--
Marshal Leonis was abrupt, but polite enough as he leaned against the bench, watching as a tech scanned both of Ignis's handprints, and then took an identification photo. Uncle Caelius swapped information about upcoming budgetary changes for Crownsguard deployment locations with Marshal Leonis - and all the while, Ignis had the strange feeling that he was being assessed and measured.
Then, with a brand new chipped ID card burning a hole in his pocket, Caelius led him upwards, before stopping in a quiet, cream-carpeted antechamber. His uncle kneels, and rests a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"You'll be fine, Ignis. I'll be back later this afternoon, and we can go and get pasta for dinner."
Behind him, a door opens and a Very Tall Woman walks in, full skirt sweeping across the floor. Caelius squeezes his shoulder once, and stands, brushing non-existant dust from his clothes.
"Ah, Lord Scientia. I should have expected you to be early."