Post by Owen du Blaine on Apr 27, 2011 12:26:41 GMT -5
He was here. Damnit, I saw him, skulking at the King and Queens ceremonies like he actually belonged. I hadn't been able to shake him out of my mind since, or the anger that knowing he was here brought.
No matter what I did, no matter the number of days I sent my manservant out scouting, I couldn't find him. It was possible that he was gone from the City now, but I didn't think so. I felt much like a hound on the hunt; I'd seen him, and he'd escaped from me, but I was determined to find him and confront him. It wasn't all consuming, blessed thanks for it, but it was enough that I thought about what I'd say during lax moments in my schedule. Part of me never wanted to find him, but the rest of me knew I'd never be able to rest until I did, and so I searched.
I walked, an ornamental cane held in my hand as I strolled the lower-end streets of Mont Nuit. The tails of my coat fluttered behind me as the wind picked up, puffing through the wall of buildings, but my eyes were hard and focused as I walked. None offered to approach me; mayhap they knew that I wasn't truly alone, or mayhap it was merely my expression alone, but even beggars and fortune readers left me be this day. Ducking into an inn, I took a seat near a window, sighing as I sat. I longed to bury my head in my arms, longed to leave the City myself, but I refused to run from my problems, and this was definitely a problem.
After a while the ale I'd ordered arrived, but I sat, staring into it while I contemplated my problems. One day this would be over... and when it was, I hoped to be able to smile carefree once again.
No matter what I did, no matter the number of days I sent my manservant out scouting, I couldn't find him. It was possible that he was gone from the City now, but I didn't think so. I felt much like a hound on the hunt; I'd seen him, and he'd escaped from me, but I was determined to find him and confront him. It wasn't all consuming, blessed thanks for it, but it was enough that I thought about what I'd say during lax moments in my schedule. Part of me never wanted to find him, but the rest of me knew I'd never be able to rest until I did, and so I searched.
I walked, an ornamental cane held in my hand as I strolled the lower-end streets of Mont Nuit. The tails of my coat fluttered behind me as the wind picked up, puffing through the wall of buildings, but my eyes were hard and focused as I walked. None offered to approach me; mayhap they knew that I wasn't truly alone, or mayhap it was merely my expression alone, but even beggars and fortune readers left me be this day. Ducking into an inn, I took a seat near a window, sighing as I sat. I longed to bury my head in my arms, longed to leave the City myself, but I refused to run from my problems, and this was definitely a problem.
After a while the ale I'd ordered arrived, but I sat, staring into it while I contemplated my problems. One day this would be over... and when it was, I hoped to be able to smile carefree once again.