Post by Rafael Sandoval on Jul 10, 2015 21:09:43 GMT -5
There were a number of immutable truths pertaining to Kattalin Ibarra so far as Rafael Sandoval was concerned. And one of them was that her company was one he could never get enough of. She was a pleasant presence, one in which he never felt any need to put on any of the masks politics demanded of him. Around her, he could afford to be none more than himself; that is, the better man he had become in the short time he had known her. And those changes he had made to his behaviour, he had realized, had not been unpleasant or felt contrived at all. In fact, they had felt as natural as breathing or walking.
And on this day, it was in the markets of Bordelaix they had chosen to wander and take in sights of the city. As was his custom, Rafael was dressed in his simple style of hose and doublet, and as a concession to the late summer heat, his doublets sleeves had been unlaced to expose the shirt beneath and he had foregone wearing a gown or jerkin. However, recognizing the choice of venue for the time they would spend together, he had chosen to walk about armed. But it was not his trusty and very much martial longsword that hung at his waist but instead the Estersean cutlass he had acquired during his visit in Gilboa, a simple gesture to illustrate his desire to tighten relationships as much as he could between Nacimiento and the home of the Water Men.
And as he walked the streets in Kattalin's company, he turned his head to look at her. She was striking; no red-blooded man would ever be able to deny such a thing. And he felt a deep pride that she chose to spend time with him outside of the requirements of civility he had originally forced upon her when he had arrived unannounced. "So, is there anything catching your eye today," he pleasantly asked.
Kattalin Ibarra
And on this day, it was in the markets of Bordelaix they had chosen to wander and take in sights of the city. As was his custom, Rafael was dressed in his simple style of hose and doublet, and as a concession to the late summer heat, his doublets sleeves had been unlaced to expose the shirt beneath and he had foregone wearing a gown or jerkin. However, recognizing the choice of venue for the time they would spend together, he had chosen to walk about armed. But it was not his trusty and very much martial longsword that hung at his waist but instead the Estersean cutlass he had acquired during his visit in Gilboa, a simple gesture to illustrate his desire to tighten relationships as much as he could between Nacimiento and the home of the Water Men.
And as he walked the streets in Kattalin's company, he turned his head to look at her. She was striking; no red-blooded man would ever be able to deny such a thing. And he felt a deep pride that she chose to spend time with him outside of the requirements of civility he had originally forced upon her when he had arrived unannounced. "So, is there anything catching your eye today," he pleasantly asked.
Kattalin Ibarra