Post by Perceval Beaumont on Sept 22, 2016 20:18:26 GMT -5
The journey had been long and uneventful. Weather being tame this time of year could be a boon or bane depending on the circumstances. While mild weather was pleasant, weak winds were not, especially if one was trying to sail back home. Though, in the end, Perceval supposed the weather didn’t matter. It was not as though they had been becalmed for weeks on end. Besides, the protracted time on the seas gave him more time to think.
When thoughts were no longer entertaining, Perceval had turned to reading, but he had only brought so many books with him. Thus, in the end, all that was left was conversation with the other passengers and crew. This yielded mixed results. Most of the others were, for the lack of a better word, stupid. Perceval had little tolerance for those of low intelligence and wit. Fortunately, the captain and another nobleman were sufficiently perspicacious. One even had a chess set, which made the quiet hours much more tolerable.
As entertaining as that all was, Lavigne was a welcome sight. From there, getting a horse to travel to Bordelaix was a simple affair. By his reckoning, Liselle would have been Bordelaix for at least several weeks by now. Amaury flitted through his mind, as well, idly wondering if he had grown up any or if he was still mired in youthful foolishness. The thought of sending a notice to the household in Bordelaix crossed his mind, but … no. They would likely inform his parents, who would demand he return to Sauveterre first. He had no desire to do such.
The city of Bordelaix seemed unchanged from the last time he had been there. Had not Liselle kept him informed, it would have been impossible to tell that the King was practically on his deathbed. The people, though… they gave it away. People seemed to be enjoying the Harvest Festival, but there was no missing the stress just under the skin. Understandable, he supposed. However, he largely ignored them in favor of finding their home in the Lavender quarter, which proved easy. The major domo gave him a frankly dubious look until Perceval fished out the signet ring. Then he was annoyed about not being informed earlier about his visit.
Details.
No one else seemed to be home, which suited Perceval fine. It gave him time to acclimate to his surroundings, pass off what little he had brought with him and … most importantly, take a bath. Once he washed off the smell of the road and put on his only remaining fresh (and simple) clothing, he moved to the garden with his pad and pencils. The bench suited his needs just fine, and there he was to be found, simply sitting and drawing.
Liselle Beaumont
When thoughts were no longer entertaining, Perceval had turned to reading, but he had only brought so many books with him. Thus, in the end, all that was left was conversation with the other passengers and crew. This yielded mixed results. Most of the others were, for the lack of a better word, stupid. Perceval had little tolerance for those of low intelligence and wit. Fortunately, the captain and another nobleman were sufficiently perspicacious. One even had a chess set, which made the quiet hours much more tolerable.
As entertaining as that all was, Lavigne was a welcome sight. From there, getting a horse to travel to Bordelaix was a simple affair. By his reckoning, Liselle would have been Bordelaix for at least several weeks by now. Amaury flitted through his mind, as well, idly wondering if he had grown up any or if he was still mired in youthful foolishness. The thought of sending a notice to the household in Bordelaix crossed his mind, but … no. They would likely inform his parents, who would demand he return to Sauveterre first. He had no desire to do such.
The city of Bordelaix seemed unchanged from the last time he had been there. Had not Liselle kept him informed, it would have been impossible to tell that the King was practically on his deathbed. The people, though… they gave it away. People seemed to be enjoying the Harvest Festival, but there was no missing the stress just under the skin. Understandable, he supposed. However, he largely ignored them in favor of finding their home in the Lavender quarter, which proved easy. The major domo gave him a frankly dubious look until Perceval fished out the signet ring. Then he was annoyed about not being informed earlier about his visit.
Details.
No one else seemed to be home, which suited Perceval fine. It gave him time to acclimate to his surroundings, pass off what little he had brought with him and … most importantly, take a bath. Once he washed off the smell of the road and put on his only remaining fresh (and simple) clothing, he moved to the garden with his pad and pencils. The bench suited his needs just fine, and there he was to be found, simply sitting and drawing.
Liselle Beaumont