The gentle rock of the ship they were on would cause sickness to some, discomfort to others. But to Magnus, it was simply a way of life, a habit that he had gotten used to, like many others over his years of life. As Master Informer, he did not have the luxury of choosing when and where he wanted to be, he was simply dictated by what happened and in which kingdom it was happening. What he did have however, was the luxury of the royal ships belonging to the royal family at his disposal whenever he needed, and it was a vessal that brought Magnus much comfort in his travels, with his own quarters right next to the captain's, meals as fresh as one could get in the middle of the ocean.



It had been a short trip to Taengea, just enough to witness the safe coronation of the new King, catch up with any of his informants and friends within the neighboring kingdom. In a way however, Magnus was glad to be on his way home. He had been travelling too much over the past few weeks, and it would be nice to be back home to spend some time with his parents and sister in Midas without the knowledge that he would depart again anytime soon.



They had departed from Taengea that morning itself, and the trip back would take an approximate of a few days,with the good winds the captain had reported that morning. Thanking the Gods that Boreas and Poseidon seemed to have calmed in their rage, Magnus had taken extra precautions in visiting the temple of Poseidon in Taengea the night before their voyage, and was now crossing his fingers for a safe trip home to Colchis. He was no scared ninny, but anyone would cower in fear of a storm at sea.



Pulling his black jacket over the white tunic he had put on as the evening sun dipped below, a sharp rap on his door had him looking up, smiling wen his manservant looked in. "Master, your meal is ready on deck."



"Wonderful." he replied, eager to partake in the evening fare. While others chose to have dinner in the confines of their room at times, Magnus enjoyed the vast outdoors, the salty tang in the air at sea, the sound of gulls and waves while he ate. It was the one thing he enjoyed while at sea. "And has Lady Iolanthe been informed?"



When he turned to stride out, Magnus blinked at the uncertain look his manservant wore. His raised brow was enough of a question for the loyal servant to reply with a ducked head. "Lady Iolanthe remained in her chambers for the duration of the trip to Taengea. Would... she be joining you on this trip back, Master?"



Blinking, Magnus considered the servant's words. It was no lie, while he had offered to escort Lady Iolanthe of Peisistratos on this trip of hers, in order to seek for a new husband, he had simply wanted to be of help and perhaps find himself in the company of the lady whom he still remembered despite their encounter being brief, so many years ago. The noble's easy smile and bright nature had the Master Informer intrigued, and he would be lying if he said she had not looked enchanting decked out in her crimson red gown at court. She had looked entirely in her element with nobles and royals alike.



An element Magnus was still seeking to navigate adeptly, still finding his foothold as a common man in the world of the nobles.



But she put him at ease, and he liked to believe that over the course of the past few days in Taengea mingling with the Taengean court and sharing meals in the inn they had stayed in, he had became friends with her. Magnus found he enjoyed her company, the easy way in which she found joy in whatever she saw.



"Ask her, Kristophan. Tell her I would very much enjoy her company if she would share dinner with me on deck." he paused in the midst of folding his sleeves up so they would rest around his elbows, as if considering his words. His eyes flicked down to where a few bottles of wine he had purchased from the finest Leventi stores of wine, and he smiled. "No. Scratch that. Tell her that I intend to break out my finest bottle in her honor, and I would be deeply hurt if she doesn't grace me with her beautiful company."The last words were said with a smile, and Kristophan chuckled as he raced to do as his master bidded, too familiar in Magnus's charming ways.



Turning to the mirror, he ran a hand through is dark,black hair, combing it back till it fell sleek on his head. Barefooted, the male emerged from his quarters and headed up the deck, where a small smile of contentment graced his lips the moment the light breeze of a moving ship hit his face. He was a workaholic by nature - it was rare to ever see Magnus without him thinking or working. On a ship however, was a time where he could not do much. With is papers done and report ready to be sent to the royal family upon the ship entering port, Magnus was left with naught to do over the next three days on ship,and for once he looked quite content as he leaned over the railing, waiting for Kristophan to return on the Lady Iolanthe's decision.