Post by Elena Sandoval on Nov 28, 2014 0:03:00 GMT -5
Returning to the inn where the Montefiore family resided during their brief sojourn in the village of Anzio, Elena was in the best of moods. Her reunion with her sister was heartfelt yet full of laughter and the simple pleasure of basking in Catalina's warm personality. Letters kept the distance minimized between the sisters, yet nothing served quite so well as the chance to be in each other's company. Needless to say, their talk had gone late into the night until fatigue and the hour compelled the sisters to part for the night in search of sleep.
Humming to herself, Elena was not so alert as she likely ought to have been, yet the village was blanketed in a drowsy quiet that suggested nearly every denizen lay abed in virtuous rest. There were few torches to guide her way, though the path was straight and some several lanterns burned to serve as a beacon for her to direct her steps. Admittedly, she likely appeared intoxicated, her steps weaving a little, though Elena was drunk on fatigue rather than wine. The air was cool enough that she wished she had brought along a light wrap, though the sight of the inn coming closer put fresh energy into her steps.
Niccolo had been warned she would not likely return before the midnight hour and not to wait up for her. She assured her betrothed that no harm would come to her in this sleepy town, and that he should enjoy the evening in company with his family. They had a rather stressful day ahead, a meeting in which she was less a participant and more of an outside observer. Still, she needed to snatch some sleep before the families met to make initial introductions.
Relieved to see the inn hove into sight, Elena did her best to urge her feet along, unaware that there was another shadowy presence nearby. Her senses were dulled by the leading edge of sleepiness, her focus strictly on the warm golden light and the promise of sweet slumber ahead. As she started down the road that ended at the inn's door, she failed to note the eyes on her or the presence that was following her...
@demetriomontefiore / Niccolo Montefiore
Humming to herself, Elena was not so alert as she likely ought to have been, yet the village was blanketed in a drowsy quiet that suggested nearly every denizen lay abed in virtuous rest. There were few torches to guide her way, though the path was straight and some several lanterns burned to serve as a beacon for her to direct her steps. Admittedly, she likely appeared intoxicated, her steps weaving a little, though Elena was drunk on fatigue rather than wine. The air was cool enough that she wished she had brought along a light wrap, though the sight of the inn coming closer put fresh energy into her steps.
Niccolo had been warned she would not likely return before the midnight hour and not to wait up for her. She assured her betrothed that no harm would come to her in this sleepy town, and that he should enjoy the evening in company with his family. They had a rather stressful day ahead, a meeting in which she was less a participant and more of an outside observer. Still, she needed to snatch some sleep before the families met to make initial introductions.
Relieved to see the inn hove into sight, Elena did her best to urge her feet along, unaware that there was another shadowy presence nearby. Her senses were dulled by the leading edge of sleepiness, her focus strictly on the warm golden light and the promise of sweet slumber ahead. As she started down the road that ended at the inn's door, she failed to note the eyes on her or the presence that was following her...
@demetriomontefiore / Niccolo Montefiore