Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2015 4:39:28 GMT -5
Stephane was not so bold as to attend the Lavender Quarter seeking a lady that had caught his stormy blue eyes with her beauty. But he was bold enough to send her parchment. It was unmarked of house or seal, and he had written it in privacy several days ago. The note was marked in such a manner that it would make little sense to anyone other than its intended barer;
A.S.
‘Under a sun, the pinkest of flowers dances on the sands of the river.
I count the days as I count the stars and words and breaths until I see you hither.’
Lionel
It was a name he had given her on their first meeting, when he had pretended to be something he was not. He knew she would understand the phrase from a song, one played often in accompany with a harp (the instrument he professed himself to be merchant of on their first meeting) and knew she was shrewd of mind enough to work out that he meant to meet her. Under the sun – noon, the highest arch of the sun when the life of nature came so into its blossom. The pinkest of flowers – here in the city not many of the flowers were pink. Purple flowers were in abundant, but pink was the colour of the lily’s that grew wildly. They grew only specifically in the east, where the sun rose in the mornings and in the direction of the Sandman’s home. There was a small crop of them. And the date for this meeting? Well, he had given her the clue to that…count the words… ‘Under a sun, the pinkest of flowers dances on the sands of the river.’ 14.
Stephane had the note delivered to her, by an inn courier rather than the usual of royalty. He could not be sure of her attendance, of course, but he was welcoming the excuse of time outside of the palace grounds. So, upon his horse he had ridden to the spot where the Snapglove Lily’s grew and watched the pink blossoms. Dismounting, he tied the beast to a tree by the rein and went the river that flowed so peacefully. He unbuttoned his shirt cuffs a little, and bent to his knee, to scoop up a little of the water to wash his face and freshen himself after his ride here.
Then, patiently, he would wait to see what transpired.
~~
Angelia Sandoval
A.S.
‘Under a sun, the pinkest of flowers dances on the sands of the river.
I count the days as I count the stars and words and breaths until I see you hither.’
Lionel
It was a name he had given her on their first meeting, when he had pretended to be something he was not. He knew she would understand the phrase from a song, one played often in accompany with a harp (the instrument he professed himself to be merchant of on their first meeting) and knew she was shrewd of mind enough to work out that he meant to meet her. Under the sun – noon, the highest arch of the sun when the life of nature came so into its blossom. The pinkest of flowers – here in the city not many of the flowers were pink. Purple flowers were in abundant, but pink was the colour of the lily’s that grew wildly. They grew only specifically in the east, where the sun rose in the mornings and in the direction of the Sandman’s home. There was a small crop of them. And the date for this meeting? Well, he had given her the clue to that…count the words… ‘Under a sun, the pinkest of flowers dances on the sands of the river.’ 14.
Stephane had the note delivered to her, by an inn courier rather than the usual of royalty. He could not be sure of her attendance, of course, but he was welcoming the excuse of time outside of the palace grounds. So, upon his horse he had ridden to the spot where the Snapglove Lily’s grew and watched the pink blossoms. Dismounting, he tied the beast to a tree by the rein and went the river that flowed so peacefully. He unbuttoned his shirt cuffs a little, and bent to his knee, to scoop up a little of the water to wash his face and freshen himself after his ride here.
Then, patiently, he would wait to see what transpired.
~~
Angelia Sandoval