some flashback shit idk

	Serre sat atop a hill, resting beneath the shade of a tree. From here, Serre watched the wind blow through the plains of Jungby, and sighed. His fortune lay somewhere where that wind blew, beyond the bounds of Jungby. He just needed to get away from the goings-on of this city.

	"Serre!"
	A distant shout led his thoughts astray, and he turned his head away to look for its source. A young man about his age, built rather rugged, ran up the hill. Like Serre, he wore clothes of fine make.
	"Sorry, I should be calling you SIR Serre. 'Lyon wanted me to bring some company along. You know how she is."
	"Ah, don't worry, you didn't keep me waiting for long, Glaive," Serre got up, and shook hands with Glaive. Trailing behind him was a much younger girl, about four years of age. "And to whom do I have the pleasure of meeting on this day?"
	"Right, I've only told you about her. This is Sarissa, the youngest one." The girl cowered away from Serre, shielding herself with Glaive's leg, and he attempted to coax her away from it. "C'mon, don't be shy, sis. He's a friend, he won't bite."
	Serre couldn't help but chuckle a little as she slowly peeked out from behind Glaive, then stepped away from her cover. "I'm sure you'll grow up to be a fine young lady, Sarissa." Crouching to meet her, his hand slipped into a pocket, producing a small silver ring made for hands much larger than hers- At her age, that is. "I'll be gone for a while, so I want you to hold onto this, until then. Promise me that, won't you?"
	"You're serious?" Glaive quirked an eye at the offering. "How haven't I heard of this? Where are you going?"
	"Somewhere far away, where I can find my fortune," Then Serre smiled, and now Glaive was running after him, but each step forwards put more and more distance away from the two. This was always how it ended, this dream.

	Glaive leaned against the balcony, looking up once more to the night sky. Serre had recently returned, but now the runaway was Sarissa. Responsibility now fell to him, the eldest of their children. After all, this was the moment that Father had prepared him for, all those years ago- Not just to become a knight of Jungby, but to also lead the family in his place. A shame that day had to come so soon.
	"I figured you'd be here."
	"Yeah, evening to you too, Menaulyon," That cold, concerned voice needed not to identify itself, though he sighed and turned to face its owner anyways, who rested against the doorway. In her hands was an open book, a page in the purgatory of being flipped and unflipped- Yet again another magic tome. "You still hitting the books? Thought you'd have stopped at some point. Sir Serre's sis working you hard?"
	"Her name is Selena, and that time has yet to come," She closed the book, standing up properly. "Besides, I'm used to working late at night now. I take it you're still thinking about-"
	"Yeah, yeah, so I am," He raised a hand to dismiss the incoming lecture. "I know I shouldn't worry, it's out of our hands, we've no way to search for her, anyways. I'll leave you be, and we can forget about this, alright?"
	Accepting her shrug as sufficient agreement, Glaive headed back into the castle. As he passed by Menaulyon, he caught her parting words to him.
	"She'll be back soon. I'm sure of it."