Post by Eirian Connell on Apr 18, 2015 12:00:46 GMT -5
As agreed upon, Artur and his Vittoria, Gwynver and Fioleth departed several days ahead of the High Laird and his party, the better to allow them opportunity to reunite Vittoria with her family after the news of the attack upon them and to prepare the family's residence within the great capitol city for the others. Eirian remained behind to lend her hands and skills to the continuing business of Vulcanis and to aid Regan with the preparations for their departure. It was decided upon that a contingent of guards would accompany the family along the roads; the season was such that there were occasional bands of outlaws and highwaymen who sought to take advantage of unsuspecting travelers on their way.
Merthen was not a man who left much to chance, especially where his wife and heir were concerned. He had a care for the safety of his lady, an aspect of her brother Eirian admired greatly. Once, that might have been hers but she put that aside now in favor of the rest of her family. This was no time to mourn a loss when there was yet much life to be lived and a purpose to be fulfilled. Satisfied with that, she took to her horse and glanced over at her great-uncle Angus with curiosity alive in her eyes. He was to join them as another of Merthen's advisors on the journey north; Merthen would need him in turn, perhaps more than ever.
"Are you ready for this, Uncle?" Asked quietly, Eirian glanced significantly towards the road stretching ahead of them from the gates of Llwen Newyth. More than a few years had passed since their last venture through the mountainous passages into the Deveraux duchy; she did not remember the road or the city well. Hesitating, she felt the need to further inquire, her voice low so as not to rouse Merthen's curiosity or his ire, "Do you think we are headed into danger?" She did not mean the journey or the mountains, but Bordelaix itself and the glittering, seductive web of political intrigue that lay at its heart.
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