At the Entrance to the Morning Farms

Cleo sits on a crate by the cobblestone path, his armor bright in the morning sun, three apples by his side, a book in his lap, his unpainted shield and Very Flat leaned against a nearby tree.

He hardly even glances at the book, but instead watches the path, subjecting anyone who chances to enter or leave the Farms--or to venture near Cleo at all--to a long, distant, awkward stare.

Otherwise, Cleo seems friendly, as he will frequently engage passersby in brief conversation, during which he always asks about others on the Farm, then thinks of a good reason to see them.

"Oh, you should bring Szuldas by to talk about the food preparations for tonight's celebration."

"Oh, please send Helene over. I meant to ask her something about that scrying we did."

"Could you please fetch the Mornmaster for me? I need to see him."

Everyone Cleo sees gets that friendly chat, that discomfiting stare, and a request to see someone else. Indeed, it seems like Cleo is determined to speak to everyone on the whole Settlement while somehow never moving from his spot near the entrance.

As the day wears on, Cleo stands, walks in small circles around his crate, and stretches bit, visibly uncomfortable, now, in the hot, heavy armor.  He walks off behind a building to mutter a spell and return, his eyes once again aglow with the power to Sense Life. He eats an apple for lunch. His book, Very Basic Elven for Very Basic Humans, sits unread.

Unless interrupted by a drastic development, he would continue his vigil indefinitely, fighting away his weariness with blessings, apples, and tea as sun and moon trade places in the sky.

Karovir has been busy the last days around Myth Drannor and the Lathandrite Farms. He has been seen here and there, walking, literally running with surprising speed and talking to various people and writing letters and notes a lot. The more time passes the more tired he looks and the more often his beloved sentence "I am getting too old for this" can be heard.
Last evening he could be seen walking into the inn and disappear in a room. He hasn't been seen until late in the next morning but rumor has it that the people in the neighbor room complained about loud snoring.

Cleo wakes suddenly and peers out the window of his room at the Traveler's Star. He'd missed the sunrise! And on this, the Holy Day of Equinox.

He lies facing the ceiling a moment, and decides the Morninglord won't mind. The overnight celebration to bring the Dawn had been about as successful as it could have been, given the dread and paranoia that hang over the land. Leave it to Dawnies to throw a party when things are at their worst.

Cleo chuckles to himself a little at the thought, then carefully rises, trying not to disturb his bedmate.

He stumbles around the room, waking slowly, as if the hours of sleep had done little good to restore him from the previous day's events.

Slowly gaining consciousness, he remembers the hours of vigil to protect the farms. Keshala. Bryanna. Julia. Kendra. Aerandir. The chaos. The tears. The Morninglord's power coursing through him and into the king's ransom in diamonds it took to make them whole. Ahri and that sweet girl. He'd have to check in on them, back to the Dawnspire. He remembers relief at Jay's arrival, and at Laura's.

He remembers a brief, blessed moment apple pie, and mirth, and song, and falling asleep on Jay's shoulder as Imesah told her tale. Something about a Lathanderite smacking some other priest and asking "Why the anger?"

Anger.... the Battle Mage.... The Coronal... Bel.

Bel!

Wearily, he finishes dressing. He kisses his mate gently on the forehead, and exits the room, softly shutting the door.

Once outside the Inn, he would greet those that he might know with a brief but sincere smile, then turn Eastward to linger a moment, watching the morning sun peek through the trees. He takes a deep breath, letting the dappled light kiss his bright face.

"The days lengthen now. All will be well. All will be well."

Then he gathers himself up, a steels his expression, and makes his way for the Council Chambers.

On his way through the City to the council chambers Cleo would notice some very hostile glares of some well dressed Gold elves towards him.
Should he glance back the expression would immediatly change to a polite smile and a respectful nod.

Cleo keeps his head forward, and held high, his face expressionless, though reddening with every step.

The next day Karovir can be seen leaving Myth Drannor again and strolling around the Cormanthor and the Dales as always.

After sitting and thinking for a while, talking with Imesah, Kendra realizes something and completely freaks out. She then decides to go and write out messages and deliver them to a number of people.

She writes it to the leaders of each organization, then hands it to Imesah to be delivered.

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