It couldn't last on his face, no matter the energy routed to its severity; his true energy, a current building in his chest and out from his heart to the budding shakiness with which he gripped his staff - that would win out, taking hold in the lift off his heels and the grin that threatened a split of his lips. The boat that would help ferry him and his retinue off - his equals, his kin - was rolling into portside now, and his little heart about pumped itself to death in the rapid beats that pounded in his ears. He was unbridled in his excitement. This enthusiasm poured out and caught on his legs, threatening to spill him over into the roiling tides below and the wake kicked up by the marine boat's advance.
He turned this into an opportunity - set on not embarrassing himself in front of the men on duty - and transposed the trip into a hop, lunging himself with a muted, squeaked, hurrah onto the ship and landing with a skidding slide and a few more skips before taking his place at its edge. He gasped in his breath, staring out to the waters, and shuffled a firm salute as if he was meeting Saturn all over again. It was easy to fill more at home among these Rune Knights thanks to his influence, though their mix of bemusement and trepidation at his entrance made sure to keep him in line. This was still a job; and one he was going to be taking just as seriously as the people who gave their lives to it. Today, he was not just Briar Caidh, learned mage and budding adventurer ... he was Blue Pegasus, and he would not let anyone down.
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