blue_gladius (blue_gladius) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2013-04-08 19:14:00 |
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Entry tags: | fredric mekhal, sidonie de la sidra |
July 9th A day before the hunt
Who : Fredic && Sidonie
When : Mid day
Where : Mekhal Manor, in the city of Auer' Tuouth
What : Fredric prepares for the hunt
Fredric was busy, certainly busy today/ He was pleased upon his return to see that his orders had been carried out and three Legions were in the North, at the border to The Wilders, there would be no invasions not with a sizable troop that large watching the tree lines. It would be suicide, no matter who of what importance was in his lands, he was sure no attacks would come. On a lighter note, the people had been preparing too, gathering whatever materials and commodities they could to make foods of all sights and scents for the celebration that was to accompany the arrival of their Queen. He had seen to it that the Grand Highway would be decorated with streamers and lamp-glow’s hanging from the posts. It would be a grand display , something new and exciting for his people and they were already talking about it. Concentrations of Killycrow had been driven from near the lands granaries into the woods and the flat lands, where they would stay and give a better fight instead of being fat on poached grains and foodstuffs. If these nobles wanted to prove their worth, he would give them an opponent worth fighting. It may have been a dangerous game to play with them, but it was a game, he thought on that. They played theirs he could play too and the Queen and her close retinue would not be in danger like the men in the fields. Of course he’s assigned capable guardsmen to each hunting team that contains a foreign noble so if something did get out of hand, experience would be on hand to assist them. The game was afoot and the goal was not the finest beast, but the number of finest beast caught without harm. The Killycrow were a nuisance to the Snow Fae, but in the wilders, they were an essential link in the ecosystem and like every year they would be let loose into the forests to raise hell among the savages that dwelled there.
Fredric took his tea in his study, on the top floor of the manor house, centralized over the street with a large open window, the cool air blowing into the room, fighting the fire in the hearth situated to the west of the room, the fire would lose, but the cold did not bother him, his people had lived in this land for generations and even though he was born in the summer months, away from his family’s holds, in the court of the old Queen, he still preferred the cold and his wings were tough enough and acclimated against the freezing air. They would not break even if he flew against the blizzards. His house matron brought in the tea tray, setting it down before him on the table. An older fae woman, she showed the scars from a life lived in Wynter, crags in her face worn by years of hard work in the fields and cold winds chipping away at the softness of her face. She had been his nanny when he was a boy and his family left the court in official capacity. She was never beautiful, but always kind. “Thank you Andrieen. Please, let Captain Demarche know that he is dismissed, I will not be seeing him today, he has his orders and I will see him tomorrow. “ Turning to his old caretaker he smiled and nodded, dismissing her. She bowed and answered with a simple reply before leaving the room and Fredric. So he poured a bit of milk into the glass, following it with the thick brown tea common in the North.