Heavy rainfall and thunderbolts. Definitely not the best time for a horse ride. But did he have any other choices?
Yes. But he won't take that opportunity. He loves travelling and would enjoy them even when the weather is against him. Where is the fun if you can change destination in less than a second?
This "He" is Rylan. A young man of 23 and unique navy blue hair. He was supposed to be there in the capital of Dosdan Kingdom by now. Not that he had any reservation or something, but he doesn't quite love being disarrayed from his own schedule.
A droplet of water falls over his dry hand. He clicks his tongue in annoyance. The protective spell he used at the starting of his journey is wearing off. Another drop falls on his hood and he knew his time is ticking. Unfortunately Trace cannot run any faster. He is already going fast enough. All he can do is pray for a miracle.
There is a big festival in three days. People from around came earlier to become familiar with the capital of Dosdan. Guess the rain thought it was invited too. Inside the "Butternut Fall Inn", people could only vent their frustration over mugs of drinks. The owner watches over the dining from the upper floor before going down to the lobby. The place accurately describes how negativity can unite people.
He sits on the chair and just opens the register book when the bell in the opening chimes in. A new guest? Pretty bad time to be in. A young lad with huge body emerges from the other side. The owner looks with eyes as big as physically possible as the lad underneath the dripping wet clothes moves and stands before the counter.
"Room available for seven nights?" he mumbles, pauses for a second and says, "Or maybe at least for tonight."
"One person?"
"Yes. One person"
The owner looks over his shoulder. There are two single rooms available, "There is a room available for seven nights." When he looks back at the newcomer, his clothes are dry like they didn't just travelled under the thundering rain. A wizard, this lad is definitely a wizard.
The lad swipes his hood behind and reveals his now dry hair that looks like something between black and dark blue. This confirms the owner, yep he is a wizard. A smile of relief comes over him.
"Your name, sir?" the owner says with a pen, ready to write.
"Rylan"
"Rylan ...?"
"It's just Rylan" The lad named Rylan shrugs his shoulders.
It is unlikely for someone with magic abilities to hide their last name. Because like them, even their last name hold a string of power and authority. But the owner doesn't mind. Special or not, everyone is his guest. He hands him the key and shows him some general directions before going back to minding his business.