Post by Everett Price on Feb 24, 2016 3:26:28 GMT -5
Everett had woken the beginning of his second full day of his unexpected stay in Vanderhall almost bouncing with agitation; he did not do well sleeping in quarters outside of Heimsberg, and something about the castle itself lingered an almost uncatchable scent of smoke and deception -- something foul lay beneath, the remnant of something left behind; and it left him tense and pacing.
The letter that he had considered writing in the morning yesterday was coming no more easily the next day, and yet he still managed to scratch, in familiar writing, a missive -- brief but effective, the wording guarded and purposeful; easily decried by the siblings that had known him all his life, and yet not by the naked eye.
It was the best Everett could do -- to convey the situation he had encountered in Vanderhall, and to question if Tysen had reappeared, without making the state of his absence too known, should a prying eye find this letter. Everett was not a man of falsehoods, but something about the air in Vasile was making him uneasy; and he didn't want to air his family's situation in public just yet, unless pressed. That, and his concern for Emeline's presence, for his younger sister would likely demand to be present for this delegation, regardless of the fragility of peace in the capital city. He tried his best to thinly veil his plea to Klaus that she be kept from such insistence.
Whether it would work, or not, of course...
That, and he was conflicted if he should just go to his family and bring them here himself, was another question. He didn't take warmly to the idea of them traveling alone; while Everett was accustomed to that pace and lifestyle, the roads between cities in Vasile could be a harsh and dangerous mistress. But something compelled him to stay -- just yet.
Hesitating only briefly over the scribbled parchment, Everett finally folded the letter into thirds and then stamped the plain wax down, sealing it shut -- pausing only momentarily to make the signature hatch-marks of his trade, the same sign he pounded into all of his smithing work.
Now they would be sure it was from him.
@emelineprice
The letter that he had considered writing in the morning yesterday was coming no more easily the next day, and yet he still managed to scratch, in familiar writing, a missive -- brief but effective, the wording guarded and purposeful; easily decried by the siblings that had known him all his life, and yet not by the naked eye.
Klaus and Emeline;
I've made it to Vanderhall with unexpected haste and unexpected company. After a miscommunication with regards to my patents, I've found myself as a guest in the great city with more royal contingent to speak of than Romanov faces of our youth. The delegation is here.
Send our own representative, as I assume by now he had made his whereabouts known. Klaus and Annika will do, if necessary. No need to present in droves.
I will come to you and bring you along the main road path, if necessary. For now I await your correspondence, and keep watch, as always.
- E.P.
I've made it to Vanderhall with unexpected haste and unexpected company. After a miscommunication with regards to my patents, I've found myself as a guest in the great city with more royal contingent to speak of than Romanov faces of our youth. The delegation is here.
Send our own representative, as I assume by now he had made his whereabouts known. Klaus and Annika will do, if necessary. No need to present in droves.
I will come to you and bring you along the main road path, if necessary. For now I await your correspondence, and keep watch, as always.
- E.P.
It was the best Everett could do -- to convey the situation he had encountered in Vanderhall, and to question if Tysen had reappeared, without making the state of his absence too known, should a prying eye find this letter. Everett was not a man of falsehoods, but something about the air in Vasile was making him uneasy; and he didn't want to air his family's situation in public just yet, unless pressed. That, and his concern for Emeline's presence, for his younger sister would likely demand to be present for this delegation, regardless of the fragility of peace in the capital city. He tried his best to thinly veil his plea to Klaus that she be kept from such insistence.
Whether it would work, or not, of course...
That, and he was conflicted if he should just go to his family and bring them here himself, was another question. He didn't take warmly to the idea of them traveling alone; while Everett was accustomed to that pace and lifestyle, the roads between cities in Vasile could be a harsh and dangerous mistress. But something compelled him to stay -- just yet.
Hesitating only briefly over the scribbled parchment, Everett finally folded the letter into thirds and then stamped the plain wax down, sealing it shut -- pausing only momentarily to make the signature hatch-marks of his trade, the same sign he pounded into all of his smithing work.
Now they would be sure it was from him.
@emelineprice