Grayell raised an eyebrow in response to that... and then pressed off the large seat and got to his knees, then slipping into his now dry clothes. He pulled his hair from his collar and smiled as his hands pulled it back and tied it. Grabbing his blade, he opened the door.
Ya know, I suddenly forgot.
He swung out of the cabin and forward to the driver's seat once more, laughing.
Margrett scowled a little, but it was somewhat playful. She climbed up the side of the carriage, stopping on the top, her cape flying behind her. She watched the countryside go by a moment. She decided to put it behind her.
She took the hand, climbing just behind the seat and sitting, holding onto it. At his question she sighed rather tiredly, rubbing her eyes with one hand.
There's an off-color joke in there somewhere, but I daresay you've taken all of them.
We did not remove Serenity and Orp from office and to do so would only show the people instability in Wistvale. The Commander and Captain of the guard assuming power would likely be seen as a threat. It simply cannot work.
I want Wistavle to grow, evolve and become the very example of how humanity can coexist within the world. That it has every opportunity and benefit of those supposedly 'cultured' cities without simply ignoring the world and all other life around it. A mecca. An inspiration. I want it to be the dream you and I have and I want it to prove that a waste of an outlander and one hard-luck noble girl can put their minds to something and prove to the world that there is a better way. A way that embraces all things rather than pick and choose and simply step on them. I don't want it to neglect the little people, the individual or nature.
So.
Congratulations Commander Counsellor Margrett Mikael, you are going to do a fine job.
He didn't blink. He didn't smile. He only spoke. His mind was made up... and had been for some time.
Her smile broke, her brow furrowed. She let out a small, brittle laugh, her hands moving to the sides of his head. Maybe Kiko wouldn't have looked on that fondly, but Gray was her friend. She looked at him sadly a minute before forcing a smile.
Of course. I wouldn't think of anyone else as an adviser. Sir.
Grayell lifted a hand to touch hers, on his right.
Very good, boss.
Let's sort it out right here, fast and painless. The guard is still represented in the Council which is marvellous. You know I will be a pain if I think you're being a little too zealous as far as the council goes... but well, if I couldn't bug you then you wouldn't like me anymore.
I am done in the guard. It is yours. It has been yours. Feel free to talk to me when it drives you batty, because I know it will and all too often. Perhaps you'll have me as guest instructor some time.
I will be seeing to the Vanguard. Me being less prominent in the future of Wistvale will help that. And know... Wistvale will have eyes outside it's walls and within. I won't interfere with the guard... but there are some things a man in uniform cannot do. Things that should be done regardless.
She nodded, slowly, looking down. The hand that Grayell didn't hold let go.
I understand. I don't...like it, entirely, but I understand. It does feel good to know you'll be there...and you'll be willing to kick my ass should I get bitchy. She looked back up with a half-smile.
You have your Vanguard, and I hope it does well, and flourishes. But there are things only a man with the authority of the law can do, and the authority of the people.
I know this. You and I cannot see eye to eye on everything. We cannot hope to begin to express our ideas and our dreams.
Grayell takes that hand that fell now and holds them both before him, settled them in her lap.
But what I know is that you and I, can now and always will, respect each other. I cannot run such a force without my own adviser you know. Someone I trust with my life and with utmost secrecy. Someone blue.