Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2015 8:57:51 GMT -5
This journey had not at all been what Caterina had anticipated. Who could? Perhaps the betrothal was a predictable outcome, but nearly being killed was not something she could have possibly foreseen. Even now, days later, the images still haunted her. Worse, she vividly remembered the feeling of her dagger entering the bodies of their attackers.
The inn had become overwhelming - less of a sanctuary and more of a cage - particularly as her guard had been put on her heel to every which room. Everywhere she went, the man was with her, no longer a background character that was easily ignored. If she wanted to leave, he tripled, and an equal amount of annoyance came with his counterparts.
Yes, she was upset, of course she was scared - but she thought it an ill decision to hide from the world. There was more reason to appreciate it, and their time in the little fishing town was running out - for this visit, anyway, when she'd not be viewing the place in an official capacity.
So, following luncheon, Caterina excused herself to her room, excusing her guard at her door for some much-needed privacy. Knowing the servants' stair would be watched now, Caterina slipped on the same simple blue day gown she had worn that day, seeming so long ago, being sure to include her dagger on her belt, and a white cloak that would not make her stand out as her black one might. Then, the Montefiore Hellcat slipped onto her balcony, easily climbing over and down. It was a simpler, faster escape, than she had anticipated.
Slipping the hood up to cover her hair and face, Cat made her way to one area of town she had yet to see at her leisure, the docks. It was easy to slip into the crowd, turning her feet past the market and toward the open sea she rarely had an opportunity to see.
What might it be like, she wondered, to set off in that sea? Aimless and light as the water that made it? No destination, just a penchant for adventure in her heart...she would have to inquire after that sentiment with her...betrothed. Twisting her lips slightly, she slowed as she passed a ship...the Porpoise. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but it was a lovely specimen...and lovely specimen were aboard as well.
Perhaps it was true that a dock was no place for a Lady, and Caterina may have just found why. It was difficult to pull her eyes away from the man working aboard, but with a proper blush, she managed the task, smiling at her own incredulity.
@fabriziodeliambre
The inn had become overwhelming - less of a sanctuary and more of a cage - particularly as her guard had been put on her heel to every which room. Everywhere she went, the man was with her, no longer a background character that was easily ignored. If she wanted to leave, he tripled, and an equal amount of annoyance came with his counterparts.
Yes, she was upset, of course she was scared - but she thought it an ill decision to hide from the world. There was more reason to appreciate it, and their time in the little fishing town was running out - for this visit, anyway, when she'd not be viewing the place in an official capacity.
So, following luncheon, Caterina excused herself to her room, excusing her guard at her door for some much-needed privacy. Knowing the servants' stair would be watched now, Caterina slipped on the same simple blue day gown she had worn that day, seeming so long ago, being sure to include her dagger on her belt, and a white cloak that would not make her stand out as her black one might. Then, the Montefiore Hellcat slipped onto her balcony, easily climbing over and down. It was a simpler, faster escape, than she had anticipated.
Slipping the hood up to cover her hair and face, Cat made her way to one area of town she had yet to see at her leisure, the docks. It was easy to slip into the crowd, turning her feet past the market and toward the open sea she rarely had an opportunity to see.
What might it be like, she wondered, to set off in that sea? Aimless and light as the water that made it? No destination, just a penchant for adventure in her heart...she would have to inquire after that sentiment with her...betrothed. Twisting her lips slightly, she slowed as she passed a ship...the Porpoise. The name sounded vaguely familiar, but it was a lovely specimen...and lovely specimen were aboard as well.
Perhaps it was true that a dock was no place for a Lady, and Caterina may have just found why. It was difficult to pull her eyes away from the man working aboard, but with a proper blush, she managed the task, smiling at her own incredulity.
@fabriziodeliambre