Post by Andrei Shahrizai (I) on Jun 17, 2009 13:11:38 GMT -5
I arrived back at the townhouse after the opening at El Parra in a mood of sorts. Stripping off the ripped shirt I wore, I strode through the halls toward my dressing room, calling sharply for my messages and a decent bottle of wine. Someone who valued their employment had had the foresight to draw my bath already, and I finished undressing to lower myself into the tub, grimacing as the scars on my back, newly healing, touched the searingly hot water.
It wasn't often I visited Kushiel's Temple, but I'd been in dire need a few days prior, and so had submitted to a ritual purging of inner demons. Forty lashes make for a clarity of mind that those Yeshuites and their paltry confessionals cannot match.
I bathed myself, considering my plans for the rest of the evening. It was late, but not so late that one would consider turning in, or at least not one such as I. A plan formed in my mind, and I rinsed off, a sandalwood scented trail of water marking the path from whence I stepped from the rapidly cooling water and headed toward my bed, a drying towel serving it's purpose as I scanned the clothing laid out.
Black trousers, creased as was my particularity in that area of fashion. A deep purple shirt of finest silk that I'd purchased from some traveling merchants on my way to the City. The coin I'd turned over had brought a greedy smile to the near toothless bandit the merchant had surely been, and I'd set out again at a rapid pace and with dagger at the ready, lest the fool think there was more where that came from and try some low highwayman trick that'd certainly have ended poorly for him and his men. Black socks, a staple, and a casual pair of black leather shoes.
I dressed thoughtfully, the servant sent to deliver my messages arriving just as I'd begun buckling on a leather belt, a last minute touch.
"Lord Shahrizai, you've word from your father that no doubt began it's journey soon after you began your own. He says he'll be arriving in the City in two month's time, and that he hopes you are enjoying your first foray here. Also, that he wishes you to make acquaintance at your leisure with your kinswoman, the Duchesse Anacrasia Shahrizai." He took a deep breath, then prattled on about some upcoming event or another which I half-listened to as I made the final adjustments to my garments.
"See here," I interrupted, his excitable voice an irritant I'd have gone from the room sooner than later. "Send a carriage round for one Naia Shahrizai, and - as a matter of fact, here." I took up a quill from a nearby desk, quickly scrawling a note requesting her presence this evening. Fanning it dry impatiently, I folded the parchment and stuffed it into an envelope, the familial seal of intertwined keys binding it shut. Thrusting it toward the servant, whose name I couldn't be bothered to remember, I whirled on my heel and left the room ahead of him, calling over my shoulder, "See that she arrives quickly."
It wasn't often I visited Kushiel's Temple, but I'd been in dire need a few days prior, and so had submitted to a ritual purging of inner demons. Forty lashes make for a clarity of mind that those Yeshuites and their paltry confessionals cannot match.
I bathed myself, considering my plans for the rest of the evening. It was late, but not so late that one would consider turning in, or at least not one such as I. A plan formed in my mind, and I rinsed off, a sandalwood scented trail of water marking the path from whence I stepped from the rapidly cooling water and headed toward my bed, a drying towel serving it's purpose as I scanned the clothing laid out.
Black trousers, creased as was my particularity in that area of fashion. A deep purple shirt of finest silk that I'd purchased from some traveling merchants on my way to the City. The coin I'd turned over had brought a greedy smile to the near toothless bandit the merchant had surely been, and I'd set out again at a rapid pace and with dagger at the ready, lest the fool think there was more where that came from and try some low highwayman trick that'd certainly have ended poorly for him and his men. Black socks, a staple, and a casual pair of black leather shoes.
I dressed thoughtfully, the servant sent to deliver my messages arriving just as I'd begun buckling on a leather belt, a last minute touch.
"Lord Shahrizai, you've word from your father that no doubt began it's journey soon after you began your own. He says he'll be arriving in the City in two month's time, and that he hopes you are enjoying your first foray here. Also, that he wishes you to make acquaintance at your leisure with your kinswoman, the Duchesse Anacrasia Shahrizai." He took a deep breath, then prattled on about some upcoming event or another which I half-listened to as I made the final adjustments to my garments.
"See here," I interrupted, his excitable voice an irritant I'd have gone from the room sooner than later. "Send a carriage round for one Naia Shahrizai, and - as a matter of fact, here." I took up a quill from a nearby desk, quickly scrawling a note requesting her presence this evening. Fanning it dry impatiently, I folded the parchment and stuffed it into an envelope, the familial seal of intertwined keys binding it shut. Thrusting it toward the servant, whose name I couldn't be bothered to remember, I whirled on my heel and left the room ahead of him, calling over my shoulder, "See that she arrives quickly."