Post by Niccolo Montefiore on Sept 28, 2014 18:22:32 GMT -5
Anzio. Anzio was a town, at the very least, in its own right. Since it rested on the river that defined the border between Seravino and Catanara, one would expect it to be a hotbed of contention. However, that was far from the case. The people of Anzio simply went about their lives as fishermen. The river served as a plentiful source for the animal, yielding a variety of fish that led to a unique culinary experience. Practically every dish in the town was fish themed, accompanied by vegetables and bread. Though it was likely rustic by a noble's standard, it was nonetheless enriched by various herbs and spices. Suffice it to say, the food in the locale was exquisite.
For the Montefiores, a brief portion of the travel was done by carriage and then the rest by river barge, with one change in vessel along the way. It went as smoothly as a river barge went and Niccolo was able to secure the most comfortable cabins for his family. In a way, though, it allowed Elena a partial tour of the southern portion of Seravino and a good introduction of the border region. It had been declared a buffer zone between Montefiore and Deliambre for decades now. The majority of the small fishing villages were most autonomous now.
Anzio, the largest of the fishing villages along the border, served as their meeting point. It had fortunately managed to gain two respectable inns, and the two families claimed one each as their own for their comfort. The meeting area was to be the town hall, such as it was. An agreement had been made with the lord mayor of the town. The two parties were allowed a day to recover from their travels before the meeting, which was to take place in the middle of the morning after breakfast.
As Niccolo made his way toward the appointed meeting place, he drew in a deep breath. The man, dressed in fine clothing of deep reds and golds, was already pondering the myriad of ways the encounter could end. Yet, he remembered Joanna's words. He remembered Elena's.
Thus, when when they disembarked from the carriage and ventured into the building to joined the Deliambres, he was already mustering a smile. Whether that smile would maintain itself, remained to be seen.
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Antonin Deliambre, Catalina Sandoval, Cesare Deliambre, Elena Sandoval, @elisabetamontefiore, Caterina Montefiore, Joanna Montefiore, @lucianadeliambre
For the Montefiores, a brief portion of the travel was done by carriage and then the rest by river barge, with one change in vessel along the way. It went as smoothly as a river barge went and Niccolo was able to secure the most comfortable cabins for his family. In a way, though, it allowed Elena a partial tour of the southern portion of Seravino and a good introduction of the border region. It had been declared a buffer zone between Montefiore and Deliambre for decades now. The majority of the small fishing villages were most autonomous now.
Anzio, the largest of the fishing villages along the border, served as their meeting point. It had fortunately managed to gain two respectable inns, and the two families claimed one each as their own for their comfort. The meeting area was to be the town hall, such as it was. An agreement had been made with the lord mayor of the town. The two parties were allowed a day to recover from their travels before the meeting, which was to take place in the middle of the morning after breakfast.
As Niccolo made his way toward the appointed meeting place, he drew in a deep breath. The man, dressed in fine clothing of deep reds and golds, was already pondering the myriad of ways the encounter could end. Yet, he remembered Joanna's words. He remembered Elena's.
Thus, when when they disembarked from the carriage and ventured into the building to joined the Deliambres, he was already mustering a smile. Whether that smile would maintain itself, remained to be seen.
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Antonin Deliambre, Catalina Sandoval, Cesare Deliambre, Elena Sandoval, @elisabetamontefiore, Caterina Montefiore, Joanna Montefiore, @lucianadeliambre