A walk about the streets of the City

[Milo de Vitorrio (R)]

I was seeking out some entertainment while contemplateing which Night Court house I would venture into first. But for now I was collecting my barings and hoping to find some interesting people to speak to.

I stopped apon the street and looked into a store window at a man's outfit more suiting to D'Angeline society.

[Gillermo Stregazza]

It was shortly after the L'Envers wedding, and I had noticed that with the help of those herbs, I was able to behave about properly in society, and so after the prerequisite inhalation, I set about town, in need of some air. I had, really, stayed in for far too long.

I didn't have all day - after a few hours, the effect wore off, and then home it would be, to ensure nothing happened. To-Biko was at my side, as usual, and we were bantering lightly, in a jumble of Caerdicci, D'Angeline and Jebean, musing on a place to go for drinks.

Up ahead, a gentleman was looking into a store, and I noted his features to be somewhat akin to that of my father's kin, merely an absent-minded observation.

[Milo de Vitorrio (R)]

I glanced about for a moment feeling a pair of eyes on me, finding the gaze I smiled politely then looked back to the window.

[Gillermo Stregazza]

Eyes met, and I smiled in return, inclining my head politely. There were still a few steps to be taken, and seeing as the sidewalk was somewhat narrow, To-Biko moved to my back, though I could hardly resist greeting one whom visibly could be of my kin.

"Ciao," I uttered only as we passed, merely a polite greeting.

[Milo de Vitorrio (R)]

I turned, hands clasped behind my back and smiled.
"Good day," I replied in my native Caerdicci and looked at the man that addressed me.

[Gillermo Stregazza]

How very military his posture was. I grinned, somewhat amused, even as flashes of Stephano Calderon and his own erect demeanor raced in my mind.

"Good day," I replied in my Father's tongue. "Seeking out D'Angeline wear, are we?" I added, almost teasing.

I was strangely giddy - I hadn't met a fellow Caerdicci since Joras Timbule, or spoken my own tongue, save to Cascata and To-Biko.

[Milo de Vitorrio (R)]

"Its only appropriate I think." I said in Caerdicci with a smile. Completely facing him I gave a bow to him, my hand crossing my chest as I did.
"Conte Milo de Vitorrio." I said once I had righted myself.

[Gillermo Stregazza]

I returned the bow, and gave my name in turn, "Duca Gillermo Stregazza. A pleasure, Conte."

I pondered a moment, and said, "It is, though for official functions, it isn't inappropriate to wear our own style." I grinned. "Am I wrong to presume you are new to town, then?"

[Milo de Vitorrio (R)]

I nodded to him acknowledging his title.
"I didn't think it inappropriate," I said with a soft smile. "And I am new to the City. I'm here to reclaim my D'Angeline heritage and wish to come closer to it." I explained.

[Gillermo Stregazza]

I nodded, smiling. "I can understand that very well," I said with a knowing grin. "I had the same impulse, a while back, and was incredibly grateful when I was sent here again. Is it your first time in the City?"

Oh, it was so very coincidental, that we did have this in common. I was always grateful, that even in La Serenissima, we had maintained the duality of our heritage, though I had still been overly mind-boggled the first time.

[Milo de Vitorrio (R)]

"No, not technically." I said smiling. "I've been a few times as a child but nothing I remember well." I looked back to the window then back to Gillermo.
"My family has been very Caerdicci minded all my life."

[Gillermo Stregazza]

My face was sober as he told me his story, or at least, the very gist of it, from what it seemed. "I understand. My mother has a lot of pride in her heritage, she never let us forget our D'Angeline blood," I said reflectively.

And it occurred to me, we were comparing notes and life stories in the middle of the street, and I couldn't help but deem it an improper forum. To-Biko, true to his habits, had faded in the background, not really wary of the new arrival, but discreet, as always. For now, it was best this way - such a perfect companion.

"But maybe we should move this conversation to a table, and share some of their lovely wine, Conte? What say you?" I offered friendlily.

[Milo de Vitorrio (R)]

I smiled.
"I'd very much enjoy a drink with you my lord, but I'm afraid today is not the best day for me on that particular venture." I said sadly and bowing slightly. "Forgive me." I said softly.
"If you'd like to continued this conversation some other time I'd be grateful though."

[Gillermo Stregazza]

"But of course, My Lord," I replied amicably. I produced from my doublet a calling card, and handed it to him. "Do not hesitate, really," I said with a pleasant smile.

I inclined my head, and said, "Until then?"

[Milo de Vitorrio (R)]

I took the card and smiled.
"Yes, thank you." I said bowing once more. "You shall hear from me soon." I said smiling.

[Gillermo Stregazza]

"Wonderful, have a good day in the meantime," I replied politely.

And with one last bow, I smiled, and passed my way.

As the sidewalk was ours once more, To-Biko came to my left, and said, "Well wasn't that a coincidence?"

"Oh, you'd be surprised, Lady Fate can be whimsical. Think he'll call?" I asked amusedly.

"Dunno, Gil," he replied, "But he might. Whimsy, remember?"

"Indeed. I need to get off those herbs," I grumbled as I pulled open the door to the pub.