Post by Gideon Sinclair on Aug 18, 2015 21:45:49 GMT -5
Gideon always had mixed feelings about returning home. On the one hand, it was agreeable to see the familiar sights, especially the familiar spires of Ashleigh Hall. It would be good to see the family again. It would be good to be within a mostly safe environment. Yet, every time he returned home, he felt as though he did not belong here. He felt as though there was another villain out in the duchy that needed to be brought to justice. Every moment he spent in this place, he had to wonder if another person was suffering because he was not there to stop it.
It was a foolish notion, of course. There was no way that Gideon could possibly stop every horrible thing in the world, but it was a major reason why he had become a knight. He had learned a painful less shortly after earning his spurs. The thought of repeating that lesson was horrifying to him, and he had no interest in it repeating. Yet, the need for rest could never be ignored for long.
Thus did he make his final approach of Ashleigh Hall, knowing that several eyes would have seen by now. No doubt, they would they would be informing the household of his arrival. Indeed, he was rather surprised that he was so recognizable. He had not shaved in several weeks, now sporting something of a rough beard. The clothing was travel worn and somewhat dirty, but clean enough to ward off any strong stenches associated with repeatedly worn clothing. The eyes were alert, but also tired.
The knight arrived at the stables and dismounted smoothly. The reins were passed off to a waiting groom before he went to gather his bedroom and saddlebags. “I’ll come back to check on him later. Brush him and feed him. He is tired.” And with little fanfare, he made his way inside the warm and familiar place of Ashleigh Hall. Yet, the place seemed busy… there was a buzz in the air. A passing servant made a comment about traveling to Bordelaix.
What was all this?
Elizabeth Sinclair, Tyber Sinclair
It was a foolish notion, of course. There was no way that Gideon could possibly stop every horrible thing in the world, but it was a major reason why he had become a knight. He had learned a painful less shortly after earning his spurs. The thought of repeating that lesson was horrifying to him, and he had no interest in it repeating. Yet, the need for rest could never be ignored for long.
Thus did he make his final approach of Ashleigh Hall, knowing that several eyes would have seen by now. No doubt, they would they would be informing the household of his arrival. Indeed, he was rather surprised that he was so recognizable. He had not shaved in several weeks, now sporting something of a rough beard. The clothing was travel worn and somewhat dirty, but clean enough to ward off any strong stenches associated with repeatedly worn clothing. The eyes were alert, but also tired.
The knight arrived at the stables and dismounted smoothly. The reins were passed off to a waiting groom before he went to gather his bedroom and saddlebags. “I’ll come back to check on him later. Brush him and feed him. He is tired.” And with little fanfare, he made his way inside the warm and familiar place of Ashleigh Hall. Yet, the place seemed busy… there was a buzz in the air. A passing servant made a comment about traveling to Bordelaix.
What was all this?
Elizabeth Sinclair, Tyber Sinclair