Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2015 19:43:46 GMT -5
Although it had now been quite some time, Casper still felt bewildered by his surroundings - by the capital. The seat of his family... no, the seat of his house. It wasn't simply the people, the stuck up, the cocky and the harriers, or those oh so teeming streets that had disorientation had taken their toll on; neither was it that protracted bout of homesickness. It was the grandeur of the place. It could be perplexing and intimidating in one go. Sure, the red-headed lad abided to a rigid formality in life, albeit his rather more fastidious in nature, but that didn't equip him for the ceremony, and pomp of court.
He sighed deeply into his fingers, the gnawing on his fingernails betraying his otherwise relaxed posture. Casper knew it didn't do to dwell, so instead he attempted to cast those stresses aside and take in the beauty of the lake. He raised his fingers from his mouth, and brushed his crimson locks from his eyes and stared out the silver sparkel of the moonlit water, the shimmer softening all but the brightest stars.
Casper had been told by his elder sister to meet him lakeside at early evening. Though he did not wish to be presumptuous, he had a good feeling that it must have something to do with his birthday. His twentieth. While he had not said anything to Annemarie, or anyone for that matter, she had never once forgotten, not even when the family were separated by so many hundreds of miles.
Perched cross legged on the stone promenade, close but with a reasonable distance from the reasonable distance from the many other lakeside patrons, he waited, hoping that he would be fairly easy for his sister to spot. In the meantime, he just waited patiently, daydreaming...
Annemarie Gardiner
He sighed deeply into his fingers, the gnawing on his fingernails betraying his otherwise relaxed posture. Casper knew it didn't do to dwell, so instead he attempted to cast those stresses aside and take in the beauty of the lake. He raised his fingers from his mouth, and brushed his crimson locks from his eyes and stared out the silver sparkel of the moonlit water, the shimmer softening all but the brightest stars.
Casper had been told by his elder sister to meet him lakeside at early evening. Though he did not wish to be presumptuous, he had a good feeling that it must have something to do with his birthday. His twentieth. While he had not said anything to Annemarie, or anyone for that matter, she had never once forgotten, not even when the family were separated by so many hundreds of miles.
Perched cross legged on the stone promenade, close but with a reasonable distance from the reasonable distance from the many other lakeside patrons, he waited, hoping that he would be fairly easy for his sister to spot. In the meantime, he just waited patiently, daydreaming...
Annemarie Gardiner