Rhys didn't normally leave the province of Fallial, but when he did, he did it in style.
A silver and purple carriage adorned with the insignia of House Stone – two silver rapiers, adorned with roses, crossed in an X formation – rode down the roads of Moonspear, turning heads as he did so. The white stallions that carried his noble ride were groomed to perfection – every detail, from each lock of their mane, to the purple and silver adornments on their saddles, were picked to match the carriage, to gleam and shine in the summer's unforgiving rays. Despite the heat, the High Lord could not resist dressing in his finest silk robes, which he had tailored just for this occasion. After all, it wasn't every day that he could leave Fallial, and he intended to make his impression on Moonspear count for the better.
It had been ages since he had seen his old friend Lucian – Rhys shuddered to think how long it had been since they had spoken! But today was the perfect day to visit, during Moonspear's Midsummer Festival. He had never been to such a festival himself, and was only familiar with his own province's customs, but Rhys was a man who was eager to learn; he was insatiably curious to see how the people of Moonspear celebrated on this special occasion. He almost wished the driver would hurry, but then Rhys remembered – he had given the driver strict orders to take his time making his way through the Moonspearian streets. After all, why rush? He had made sure the carriage looked absolutely perfect for this day, to make sure his entrance was absolutely fabulous.
Finally, the carriage pulled up in front of House Talii. The driver, a young man with silver hair and purple eyes, opened the door to Rhys' ride. Rhys, ecstatic, made his way out of the carriage, and with lighthearted eyes, stepped closer to his dear friend, Lucian, and took his hands in his. "Lucian! My old friend, it's been far too long!" the High Lord cried, obviously emotional (maybe too emotional) to see him again. "I must apologize," Rhys began, shaking his head and letting Lucian's hands go. The High Lord smiled, brushing his long purple hair over his shoulder. "I took far too long to get here – but I told the driver to take his time. I wanted to get a good look at your province, of course – and how marvelous, Moonspear is!" It was true! Lucian's province was really astounding – how grand it was, to see such a change in scenery!