Home sweet...rubble
Rykas sat on a low wall just within city boundaries. In one hand he had a moon fruit which he raised and took a bite of, tilting his head to one side curiously as he chewed and watched the slow reconstruction of the city wall. Fascinating, all that damage with just so little an attack force but then, judging from one of the nasty beasties trapped in an ice tree, if they were that large in some cases it wasn't a wonder at all.
When he finished his fruit he made a bee line for the castle, noting the presence of dragons on the roof. No doubt they wouldn't be there long this morning before their riders were sent on errands by the King after meeting in the war room. Rykas knew the routine well, despite it not being a very used one. His travelling cloak wrapped round him shrouded him from the general public noticing who he was which left his journey through the streets calm and uneventful. He didn't really want a big commotion on returning back after only a few weeks away.
He did have to pull his hood back when he got to the main entry, else the guards would have denied him access. He sighed in contentment, wondering what Mother was doing and what Father was planning. Better yet, who Calder was sharing his bed with this morning; man, woman or both. He had a laugh to himself as he strode towards the throne room. He entered but there were only servants cleaning. Father must have been busy all night and was either in the war room still or was taking some much needed rest in bed. Stepping along idly he ran his fingertips over the metal of the throne and grinned playfully, sitting in it and looking out at the imaginary crowd before him.