Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2015 11:19:01 GMT -5
The heat of the day lingered, and in the cloudless sky the sun shone, casting luscious light upon the city of Lavigne. In it's famed harbor naval ships neatly dotted the calm blue, while trade ships moved in and out in lazy lines, their wares rolled, pushed, and shoved by sweating men onto the grey wood of the docks. From there the richest spices and finest fabrics were placed in sturdy wagons, to wind along the streets, to the houses of merchants and august establishments. Only the best linens for this inn, only the best silk for this atelier.
Lavigne moved at the pace of gold coins exchanged, it rotated around the might of the navy, and glittered in the glow and the grandeur of it's Delamara rulers.
Wealth and notice had brought much to this city that lesser towns would have given anything to claim. Here there were wide and clean streets, a park worthy of time spent within it's green shade were there, landmark buildings, all of them treasures that like the architecture and the affluence, blended seamlessly to create a city of dichotomy and interest.
Dark dockside dens of iniquity, and fine quarters of the city were all within Lavigne's embrace, each part of the city needed in it's own right.
Raphael had seen much of it; Lavigne was a port town that he had been to many times before. He knew it's backstreets, it's charm, it's offerings, where to see, and where to be seen. Where he was now, was one of his favorites. He had ridden here, young Mr. Bennington in tow, the lad upon a bay, and the good captain on a grey.
The horses made their way into the garden, through iron gates and into the walled green space. It was a place of huge, ancient trees, of little hidden nooks, flowers bloomed in the dappled light and flung their soft shades of cream and blue into the deep and verdant place of peace.
It was all contained by a ten foot stone and plaster wall, the crown jewel of a large rectangular housing district. This garden was large, many acres wherein lay riding paths, and places to sit, and enjoy the quiet coolness where birds and the wind in the trees were easy to immerse oneself into. The stone walls drowned out the hubbub of city life, and here, amid the gardenias and roses, couples and friends could often be seen, arm in arm, or on horseback, enjoying light exercise in a place that embraced a cultivated slice of a gentled bit of nature.
While technically open, there were guards at it's iron gates, no riffraff would disturb the well heeled and well to do people that came here to converse, ride, socialize, and plot.
"Wait here, Mr. Bennington."
A nod, one that looked flooded with relief, greeted Raphael's words. Raphael had hidden his smile, for this was the lad's second foray on a horse. As in ever. Considering the nimble agility of the lad at sea on a moving ship, one wouldn't think riding a slow paced bay gelding would strain him, but it had. White knuckles and paleness gave away the fear the youngster endured atop the 'beast', a beast that was named Pansy.
Fitting name for the situation...and the owner.
He had purchased Pansy for Bennington, for he had decided he would take the boy with him to Bordelaix. Bennington (if he survived the terrors of such a long ride) would serve him well in the crown city as all purpose runner.
"And Bennington?"
"Yes, Captain?" Filios, even his voice squeaked.
"Dismount, and walk the him back to the inn, if you would. I think he's had enough for one day."
Never had he seen a boy look as pleased with an order, ever. Shaking his head, the well clad Captain Deliambre set off at a controlled and gathered canter, slow in pace, working the reins deftly, lightly so as not to bruise the mouth, setting the head of the grey and coaxing an arch of it's strong neck. A gelding, yet a balanced one. Nothing like the ones he had at home in Antonin's stables, but a well turned out beauty none the less. The stride was poised, steady, temperate, and sure. Rocking chair easy, one of his old stable masters might have described it.
A gloved hand gently patted the thick muscle upon the grey's neck, and a low voice praised the animal, who was named of all things, Hazardous. Ridiculous name, that. Ridiculous.
@olyvia / Salvatore Deliambre
Lavigne moved at the pace of gold coins exchanged, it rotated around the might of the navy, and glittered in the glow and the grandeur of it's Delamara rulers.
Wealth and notice had brought much to this city that lesser towns would have given anything to claim. Here there were wide and clean streets, a park worthy of time spent within it's green shade were there, landmark buildings, all of them treasures that like the architecture and the affluence, blended seamlessly to create a city of dichotomy and interest.
Dark dockside dens of iniquity, and fine quarters of the city were all within Lavigne's embrace, each part of the city needed in it's own right.
Raphael had seen much of it; Lavigne was a port town that he had been to many times before. He knew it's backstreets, it's charm, it's offerings, where to see, and where to be seen. Where he was now, was one of his favorites. He had ridden here, young Mr. Bennington in tow, the lad upon a bay, and the good captain on a grey.
The horses made their way into the garden, through iron gates and into the walled green space. It was a place of huge, ancient trees, of little hidden nooks, flowers bloomed in the dappled light and flung their soft shades of cream and blue into the deep and verdant place of peace.
It was all contained by a ten foot stone and plaster wall, the crown jewel of a large rectangular housing district. This garden was large, many acres wherein lay riding paths, and places to sit, and enjoy the quiet coolness where birds and the wind in the trees were easy to immerse oneself into. The stone walls drowned out the hubbub of city life, and here, amid the gardenias and roses, couples and friends could often be seen, arm in arm, or on horseback, enjoying light exercise in a place that embraced a cultivated slice of a gentled bit of nature.
While technically open, there were guards at it's iron gates, no riffraff would disturb the well heeled and well to do people that came here to converse, ride, socialize, and plot.
"Wait here, Mr. Bennington."
A nod, one that looked flooded with relief, greeted Raphael's words. Raphael had hidden his smile, for this was the lad's second foray on a horse. As in ever. Considering the nimble agility of the lad at sea on a moving ship, one wouldn't think riding a slow paced bay gelding would strain him, but it had. White knuckles and paleness gave away the fear the youngster endured atop the 'beast', a beast that was named Pansy.
Fitting name for the situation...and the owner.
He had purchased Pansy for Bennington, for he had decided he would take the boy with him to Bordelaix. Bennington (if he survived the terrors of such a long ride) would serve him well in the crown city as all purpose runner.
"And Bennington?"
"Yes, Captain?" Filios, even his voice squeaked.
"Dismount, and walk the him back to the inn, if you would. I think he's had enough for one day."
Never had he seen a boy look as pleased with an order, ever. Shaking his head, the well clad Captain Deliambre set off at a controlled and gathered canter, slow in pace, working the reins deftly, lightly so as not to bruise the mouth, setting the head of the grey and coaxing an arch of it's strong neck. A gelding, yet a balanced one. Nothing like the ones he had at home in Antonin's stables, but a well turned out beauty none the less. The stride was poised, steady, temperate, and sure. Rocking chair easy, one of his old stable masters might have described it.
A gloved hand gently patted the thick muscle upon the grey's neck, and a low voice praised the animal, who was named of all things, Hazardous. Ridiculous name, that. Ridiculous.
@olyvia / Salvatore Deliambre