Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2017 16:18:57 GMT -5
Trista was finally back in Bordeliax. "Thank the merciful gods," she thought with a sigh. the city was busy and bustling as though she'd never left to go learn everything she could about her families trades with their home region. It had taken weeks of traveling and everywhere she'd gone she was reminded that her sister was dead. Her sweet, strong, amazing sister. "Emilia, why did you have to leave me now?"
She'd asked herself that same question over and over again since she'd had to deliver the news of Emilia's passing to her family. Part of her wished that she hadn't had to. She wished that Emilia had just stayed home, but those wishes would get the young woman no where but heartache. She shook her head clearing the dark wool she'd been gathering.
She looked out of the window of the carriage that now carried her to her family (what little remained in the capitol) as it pulled into the drive of the very expensive townhouse. It's gables and lonely spire held a familiarity and loneliness. She put her traveling desk back into its pack, a light wooden board with indents carved into it to hold ink and paper and to stop them from going everywhere along the ride. She'd been working on updating the trading agreements that had kept her away for so long. She hoped that Alfie was doing alright back home as she hadn't made to stop into her own families holdings.
She took her pack and her sweetbag off with her, allowing the footmen to help her down and gather what little shed brought with her on the journey into the house.
Horatio Capitani Galileo Capitani
She'd asked herself that same question over and over again since she'd had to deliver the news of Emilia's passing to her family. Part of her wished that she hadn't had to. She wished that Emilia had just stayed home, but those wishes would get the young woman no where but heartache. She shook her head clearing the dark wool she'd been gathering.
She looked out of the window of the carriage that now carried her to her family (what little remained in the capitol) as it pulled into the drive of the very expensive townhouse. It's gables and lonely spire held a familiarity and loneliness. She put her traveling desk back into its pack, a light wooden board with indents carved into it to hold ink and paper and to stop them from going everywhere along the ride. She'd been working on updating the trading agreements that had kept her away for so long. She hoped that Alfie was doing alright back home as she hadn't made to stop into her own families holdings.
She took her pack and her sweetbag off with her, allowing the footmen to help her down and gather what little shed brought with her on the journey into the house.
Horatio Capitani Galileo Capitani