[center][h1][color=AA8239]Nathan Darcy[/color][/h1]
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As he awoke, Nathan shot up, gasping deeply and suddenly for air, the feeling which had never truly rest suddenly rushing back to him, the images still vivid in his mind and the feeling of air  caught in his throat, his inability to breathe as he struggled on the ground, drowning on dry land. He recovered somewhat quickly, still breathing a little heavily as he reached up, rubbing his neck gently as it settled in that it had all been in fact just a dream, all was as it should have been, regardless of how strange or vivid the dream itself had been. Letting out a quiet sigh, he swung his legs off the bed, moving to stand as he moved toward the door. 

As certain as he may have been that the dream was just that, a dream, he felt a nagging need to check on his own books, to ensure that nothing had happened in his sleep to prompt such a, well, prophetic dream. Moving into the library, he moved between the bookcases, taking a book at random and flipping through it, ensuring the words were still there, that he could understand them all, before he returned the book to its spot. He did so for the next few minutes, until he felt comfortable that all was well. He let out another long sigh as he set the last one back, running a hand through his hair.

Letting out a sigh, he returned to his room, shrugging on his Haori as he made his way downstairs and out into the back yard. He moved toward the shrine there, breathing deeply as he looked over the planted cherry blossoms, allowing himself some degree of comfort in their beauty as he moved to the shrine. Reaching up as he reached it, he slowly lit the incense laid there, taking a deep breath as he began to pray quietly. The prayer each morning kept him calm, it was a source of comfort more than anything, relieving some tension, though the rest was usually released by meditation, something he would unfortunately not have time for that day. He had hoped to make his way to London, and the long ride would pre-occupy most of the day, he would simply need to take what meditation he could in the carriage.

As he finished his prayer, he took one last deep breath, leaving the incense to burn as he turned to make his way back inside. While many others in his kind of position would've preferred to employ some regular help to move about the estate and keep it all well maintained, Nathan generally found it humbling to do such work himself. However, he did have some assistants who stopped by from time to time, particularly when he was away, but for now, the estate was his, and his alone. Moving down to the kitchen, He kept quiet to himself as he began to make some tea for the morning, fragrant and fruity, a fantastic morning bouquet as he picked up the cup, slowly tipping it back to take a sip.

The time at home was relaxing, it always was before a long journey, but the reality of his dream was yet to leave Nathan's mind, it lingered on it as he wondered just what had prompted it, and what perhaps it had meant. In his mind, any dream such as that one always carried profound meaning, he couldn't help but feel somewhat naked without a sword as the thought ran through his mind. Moving off yet again, he dressed and equipped himself properly, both of his blades secured tidily to his belt as he moved outside just in time to watch as the Carriage approached, he hoped the journey would be smooth enough that he'd be able to meditate on the dream, he couldn't help but feel the need for answers.

Giving a polite nod to the carriage driver, he stepped up and climbed inside, letting him start to lead the carriage off as Nathan reached to either side of the carriage itself, closing the blinds. If there was one thing he appreciated on such a journey, it was privacy, the time to himself was marvelous.