Post by Catalina Sandoval on Oct 4, 2014 21:01:59 GMT -5
The journey to Anzio had been a difficult one for Catalina, but the woman bore it well. She was thankful not only have the support of Luciana, but her husband as well. Both of them had made sure that she was comfortable as possible, and admittedly, the steady supply of black tea helped matters along. When they did finally arrive at the fishing town in the north, the woman had been relieved to be on steady ground once again. Not even the smell of fish in the air could sour that particular pleasure.
They were blessed to arrive ahead of schedule, allowing her to get settled into the inn of the Deliambres’ choosing and recuperate from the journey. The Montefiores did not arrive until later that afternoon and soon as they had, Catalina had a message sent to Elena to join her at the high end tavern that evening for a reunion and light meal.
Catalina assured her husband that she would bring along a pair of guards, but she desperately desired a moment alone with her sister. Catalina knew that both the Deliambres and Montefiores at least understood the precious value of family and would not deny them this opportunity. Thus did Catalina arrive, dressed in a loose and comfortable gown of deep blue trimmed with silver. Those were, after all, her native family’s house colors and she would wear them with pride.
A private sitting room in the establishment had been secured, deciding that light tea with fruit and meat pastries would suffice for a meal. Food was the last thing on her mind. All she cared for was to see her dear Elena again.
Elena Sandoval
They were blessed to arrive ahead of schedule, allowing her to get settled into the inn of the Deliambres’ choosing and recuperate from the journey. The Montefiores did not arrive until later that afternoon and soon as they had, Catalina had a message sent to Elena to join her at the high end tavern that evening for a reunion and light meal.
Catalina assured her husband that she would bring along a pair of guards, but she desperately desired a moment alone with her sister. Catalina knew that both the Deliambres and Montefiores at least understood the precious value of family and would not deny them this opportunity. Thus did Catalina arrive, dressed in a loose and comfortable gown of deep blue trimmed with silver. Those were, after all, her native family’s house colors and she would wear them with pride.
A private sitting room in the establishment had been secured, deciding that light tea with fruit and meat pastries would suffice for a meal. Food was the last thing on her mind. All she cared for was to see her dear Elena again.
Elena Sandoval