Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2016 15:40:27 GMT -5
Riccardo was free of obligations for the day as his cousin, Lia, was off to enjoy a get-together with a few other Ladies. He was proud and happy to know she had found it wise to add into her schedule some time to laisser faire, to simply relax and enjoy the shift of seasons and the company of quality people. He knew if she were to need him, that she would not hesitate to ask of him, though he suspected she did hesitate to decide whether she had need of him in some cases. While he wanted her to be comfortable with leaning on him, he most decidedly did not want her to feel like she relied on him to be successful; she was a success of her own.
Though not unhappy for the free time, he found he didn’t have many friends of his own, here, to enjoy and spend a day with. The idea of being lonesome was rather unpleasant and foreign to the man who easily befriended commoners and nobles alike, women and men, back home in Bondesano. He was able to be on his own for a time without crumpling and so did not feel the immediate pressure of companionship, but thought it wouldn’t be of poor taste if he put some more effort into meeting men of equal station to his. The thought also wriggled into his mind that Lia had intentions for him to marry sooner than later, and wondered whose Lady might keep his company in the future, whether they would get along, and whether she might enrich his life in that score.
Head full of thoughts, the nobleman wandered the city streets with no real direction. He held in one hand an apple already bitten in parts, while his free hand was rested in his pocket. He had dressed according to the weather, ready for a slight chill in the breeze but still enough warmth from the sun in the mid-day hours. His boots occasionally crunched idly fallen leaves from the surroundings, a sound which did make the man happy for he was best at ease out in the country than a city as large as this one. Riccardo considered turning back where he extended past where he’d been before, but chose to deliberately move out of the comfort zone of knowledge and proceed in other areas of the city left unseen from his eyes.
He waited while a passing carriage cleared the street rather slowly, then crossed yet another unknown street. The area wasn’t as polished, nor were the streets as wide in this area, but he found it still held the feeling of Bordelaix as a whole. The area was clearly more commercial, where he passed a few shops that seemed to double as homes. Then came a section of streets where large buildings, undoubtedly used for some storage or productive labour, were present in droves. In the front of one of which where Riccardo wandered, he saw a man lounged in the sun. He wasn’t lain on a towel as might be seen by a waterfront, but simply sat and enjoying himself - so Riccardo assumed from the scene. The man seemed well dressed enough to be noble, yet why would he be sat here as though he owned the place. Were there many nobles who lived and operated out of Bordelaix?
“The good time of day to you, my Lord,” he said, with an easy nonchalance that was characteristic of him. He didn’t know whether the other was of a friendly enough character to respond a polite greeting, or if he rather go undisturbed, but Riccardo slowed his pace just enough to allow for either.
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Antonin Deliambre
I left it open incase anyone else wanted to waltz in, suiting the setting of course, if that works for you?
Though not unhappy for the free time, he found he didn’t have many friends of his own, here, to enjoy and spend a day with. The idea of being lonesome was rather unpleasant and foreign to the man who easily befriended commoners and nobles alike, women and men, back home in Bondesano. He was able to be on his own for a time without crumpling and so did not feel the immediate pressure of companionship, but thought it wouldn’t be of poor taste if he put some more effort into meeting men of equal station to his. The thought also wriggled into his mind that Lia had intentions for him to marry sooner than later, and wondered whose Lady might keep his company in the future, whether they would get along, and whether she might enrich his life in that score.
Head full of thoughts, the nobleman wandered the city streets with no real direction. He held in one hand an apple already bitten in parts, while his free hand was rested in his pocket. He had dressed according to the weather, ready for a slight chill in the breeze but still enough warmth from the sun in the mid-day hours. His boots occasionally crunched idly fallen leaves from the surroundings, a sound which did make the man happy for he was best at ease out in the country than a city as large as this one. Riccardo considered turning back where he extended past where he’d been before, but chose to deliberately move out of the comfort zone of knowledge and proceed in other areas of the city left unseen from his eyes.
He waited while a passing carriage cleared the street rather slowly, then crossed yet another unknown street. The area wasn’t as polished, nor were the streets as wide in this area, but he found it still held the feeling of Bordelaix as a whole. The area was clearly more commercial, where he passed a few shops that seemed to double as homes. Then came a section of streets where large buildings, undoubtedly used for some storage or productive labour, were present in droves. In the front of one of which where Riccardo wandered, he saw a man lounged in the sun. He wasn’t lain on a towel as might be seen by a waterfront, but simply sat and enjoying himself - so Riccardo assumed from the scene. The man seemed well dressed enough to be noble, yet why would he be sat here as though he owned the place. Were there many nobles who lived and operated out of Bordelaix?
“The good time of day to you, my Lord,” he said, with an easy nonchalance that was characteristic of him. He didn’t know whether the other was of a friendly enough character to respond a polite greeting, or if he rather go undisturbed, but Riccardo slowed his pace just enough to allow for either.
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Antonin Deliambre
I left it open incase anyone else wanted to waltz in, suiting the setting of course, if that works for you?