The sun was setting by the time they set up camp for the night. It had been a long days walk and both Arix and Richard could do with some rest.

Arix had started the fire and began cooking some dinner for them. Meanwhile Richard took off some of his armour to make himself a little more comfortable. He pulled out his lute and began playing.

It was one of the few things he had that reminded him of home. It wasn't his mother's guitar but it was close enough. Whilst playing he just thought of his mother before she died. She was the one who taught him how to use a bow and arrow and where he found his love of adventuring by hiking through the Alps.

They were a great duo until cancer took her away and he was forced to live with his demon of a father. He clutched his lute hard, almost breaking it. A tear dropped from his eye as he pushed his father out of his thoughts.

That was a part of his life that he wished would go away and leave him be but it never did. It always came back with avengence. His father always got under his skin and just knew how to make him feel so…

"Richard!" Richard opened his eyes and looked up. Arix was looking at him with a concerned look. "You alright?" He said.

"Y yeah. I'm fine. I was just… Thinking of home" Richard stuttered out.

"You want to talk about it?"

Richard gave a long sigh. "It's a long story"

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This is a commission I got from  LorelTheBison with  ArixO

It was great fun coming up with this scene

Richard belongs to me
Arix belongs to  ArixO
Art by  LorelTheBison