Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2015 7:34:29 GMT -5
In the shadow of the early evening stood a tall, dark figure of a man. Well build, this figure had rounded shoulders and was lithe and agile in his appearance. Borne from the mountain, this man was athletic and his shoulder, broad, stood square with pride. A pride of his country, a pride for his father, a pride for himself. The sun was beginning its decent into the ground, and Aemrys seemed motionless as he viewed it.
Above his head, a bird called. A small, red winged falcon swooped in the air, tucking in those fascinating wings and diving towards the ground. The plumage of feathers looked to be on fire as the sun skittered off its back and made it seem to shine. The creature vanished into the long grass, and from the ground a satisfied craw came.
”To me, Scarlett.” He spoke, his voice soft and like the sound of rushes rubbing against each other.
And the bird came. Landing on his gloved hand and eating her prize, the mouse she had plucked from life and fed on in death.
Since he was a child, one of the most magnificent things about Aemrys was his way with beasts- canines and birds alike seemed to have his full attention and he had an every last respect for them. It was almost magical, the connection he had, a true gift from the Maker and a mark of a strong and noble man, who would one day make a worthy leader.
This was the first time in many years that Aemrys had come to the lake side. When he was younger, twelve years of tender age, he had been sent to live here – in Bordelaix – with a man named Gustave Deveraux. For several months, he was sent to become a fully fledged and better rounded individual in the distance care of the Royal Court. All men of Cadag, who would one day be High Liard, had mention of this upbringing – it was a long tradition. His father before him had also experienced time away from home. It was said to make a man a better, more rounded, individual – it was not a thought Rys reflected on often. But, when he had been here, he had loved this spot the most.
Distracted as Scarlett took to the sky again he did not notice that his shadow was the only shadow coated in the setting sun…
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possibly Lucien Deveraux or @olivierdeveraux or both?
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Above his head, a bird called. A small, red winged falcon swooped in the air, tucking in those fascinating wings and diving towards the ground. The plumage of feathers looked to be on fire as the sun skittered off its back and made it seem to shine. The creature vanished into the long grass, and from the ground a satisfied craw came.
”To me, Scarlett.” He spoke, his voice soft and like the sound of rushes rubbing against each other.
And the bird came. Landing on his gloved hand and eating her prize, the mouse she had plucked from life and fed on in death.
Since he was a child, one of the most magnificent things about Aemrys was his way with beasts- canines and birds alike seemed to have his full attention and he had an every last respect for them. It was almost magical, the connection he had, a true gift from the Maker and a mark of a strong and noble man, who would one day make a worthy leader.
This was the first time in many years that Aemrys had come to the lake side. When he was younger, twelve years of tender age, he had been sent to live here – in Bordelaix – with a man named Gustave Deveraux. For several months, he was sent to become a fully fledged and better rounded individual in the distance care of the Royal Court. All men of Cadag, who would one day be High Liard, had mention of this upbringing – it was a long tradition. His father before him had also experienced time away from home. It was said to make a man a better, more rounded, individual – it was not a thought Rys reflected on often. But, when he had been here, he had loved this spot the most.
Distracted as Scarlett took to the sky again he did not notice that his shadow was the only shadow coated in the setting sun…
~~
possibly Lucien Deveraux or @olivierdeveraux or both?
OPEN THREAD