Post by Deleted on Mar 12, 2015 19:48:53 GMT -5
“All right, I think we can handle the winter with the west quarter. Get someone down to the east quarter. I want to have a look at the saplings as soon as we leave.”
Leaning back in his chair, he rubbed his leg with his fist. It was feeling knotted, though he knew better. He’d need to get out and walk around or it would get worse as the day went on. “Actually, just have someone meet me there, I’ll head out now.”
He ignored the glare the man across the table gave him. Giving the older man a grin he didn’t feel, he stood, limping a little more noticeably than usual as he moved about his office. Gathering his coat, he paused a moment, rubbing at his leg again. “Oh, and send someone to the castle to leave a message of where I’ll be, in case I’m needed.”
The nineties taken care of, he walked out of the small manor that he lived in. He wasn’t one for big or ostentatious. It would be a long walk, if he chose that. Thinking a moment, not entirely sure what his nephew had planned for the evening, he shook his head and went back inside and called out, “Virgil, would you be so kind as to have my horse brought around?”
Going back out, he waited, rubbing his leg once again. He threw an eye to the sky, looking to see if the weather was going to turn. It had happened before, his leg giving him problems and then a storm hitting. But so far, the skies seemed clear. He didn’t like the foreboding chill that swept up his spine, however. The groundskeeper came around with his horse, and they chatted for a few minutes before Aydan took to the saddle.
The ride out to the east quarter wasn’t long by horseback, and the large trail had almost become a proper road. He’d gotten the land earlier in the year, had it cleared and had planted several rows of new saplings. He was going to try and get some cherry growing. The new wood and the harvest of its fruits would only add to his business. Besides, who didn’t like cherry pies and cobbler?
Leaning back in his chair, he rubbed his leg with his fist. It was feeling knotted, though he knew better. He’d need to get out and walk around or it would get worse as the day went on. “Actually, just have someone meet me there, I’ll head out now.”
He ignored the glare the man across the table gave him. Giving the older man a grin he didn’t feel, he stood, limping a little more noticeably than usual as he moved about his office. Gathering his coat, he paused a moment, rubbing at his leg again. “Oh, and send someone to the castle to leave a message of where I’ll be, in case I’m needed.”
The nineties taken care of, he walked out of the small manor that he lived in. He wasn’t one for big or ostentatious. It would be a long walk, if he chose that. Thinking a moment, not entirely sure what his nephew had planned for the evening, he shook his head and went back inside and called out, “Virgil, would you be so kind as to have my horse brought around?”
Going back out, he waited, rubbing his leg once again. He threw an eye to the sky, looking to see if the weather was going to turn. It had happened before, his leg giving him problems and then a storm hitting. But so far, the skies seemed clear. He didn’t like the foreboding chill that swept up his spine, however. The groundskeeper came around with his horse, and they chatted for a few minutes before Aydan took to the saddle.
The ride out to the east quarter wasn’t long by horseback, and the large trail had almost become a proper road. He’d gotten the land earlier in the year, had it cleared and had planted several rows of new saplings. He was going to try and get some cherry growing. The new wood and the harvest of its fruits would only add to his business. Besides, who didn’t like cherry pies and cobbler?