Post by Augustin de Trevalion (D) on Jun 22, 2006 20:20:13 GMT -5
I left the Palace and made my way out to Night's Doorstep. I wandered the streets, not really paying attention to anything. In my mind I could still see the pulse beating beneath the delicate skin of Sabrina's throat.
Finally I looked up, trying to discern where I was. I had wandered into the clothier's district. The streets were more crowded than usual as proprietors hawked their wares for the Midwinter Masque. The place was a riot of color and sound that was almost violent.
Grinning, I plunged into the crowd and began to look around. I had almost passed one of the stalls when something caught my eye and I turned back.
There was a mask hanging off one of the poles, almost hidden amongst the others. Reaching in I unhooked it and held it up. It was made of leather the red of old blood. It was shaped as the face of a man, yet all the features were just slightly off and the skin looked rippled.
I looked away from the mask and at the proprietor of the stall who was watching me. "Do you have more of this leather?" I asked him.
"Yes, Prince Augsutin," he said.
"Good, you know who I am," I said, looking back at the mask. "I want this, and a hooded cloak made of this leather, can you have them to me by the Masque?"
"Yes, your grace," he said.
I pulled my money pouch from my belt and tossed it to him, knowing what was already in there was more than he would ask. "That's for now, you'll get that much more when you deliver the cloak."
"Thank you, your grace," he almost stuttered.
"No, thank you," I said, turning and heading back to the Palace, the mask tucked under my arm.
Finally I looked up, trying to discern where I was. I had wandered into the clothier's district. The streets were more crowded than usual as proprietors hawked their wares for the Midwinter Masque. The place was a riot of color and sound that was almost violent.
Grinning, I plunged into the crowd and began to look around. I had almost passed one of the stalls when something caught my eye and I turned back.
There was a mask hanging off one of the poles, almost hidden amongst the others. Reaching in I unhooked it and held it up. It was made of leather the red of old blood. It was shaped as the face of a man, yet all the features were just slightly off and the skin looked rippled.
I looked away from the mask and at the proprietor of the stall who was watching me. "Do you have more of this leather?" I asked him.
"Yes, Prince Augsutin," he said.
"Good, you know who I am," I said, looking back at the mask. "I want this, and a hooded cloak made of this leather, can you have them to me by the Masque?"
"Yes, your grace," he said.
I pulled my money pouch from my belt and tossed it to him, knowing what was already in there was more than he would ask. "That's for now, you'll get that much more when you deliver the cloak."
"Thank you, your grace," he almost stuttered.
"No, thank you," I said, turning and heading back to the Palace, the mask tucked under my arm.