blue_gladius (blue_gladius) wrote in bizarre_city, @ 2013-04-23 17:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | fredric mekhal, open |
August 11
Who : Fredric && Open
When : Mid morning
Where : Palace courtyard
What : Lacross practice
It was a beautiful morning at the Palace and Fredric had once again started a game, maybe something a bit more recognizable to the many nobles in attendance. Lacross, he knew it's played across the territories, and it was one of few sports that his own people enjoyed alongside the other holds. Something he had not counted on however, was the terrible play that he’d encountered amongst the nobles he’s convinced to crawl out of their beds, away from lovers embraces, or the call of sleep to recover from drunken parties the night before. It gave him reason to laugh anyhow. Watching Lord Derevein fall over as he fell asleep supporting himself on his stick, watching a hung over Lady Elestria sit down near the goal net and refuse to budge until she was brought water in a crystal glass. Sidhe at their best, for sure. Fredric gave up trying to whip them into anything that could remotely resemble a team, instead using a three-man pitch and catch session between himself and one of his vassals, as well as a local lady who was known to pursue athletic causes. Their discussion ranged through multiple topics from education and the arts, to trade agreements and family planning. It was true that Fredric had a young cousin who had just come of age and there were multiple suitors who had paid her their compliments. He’d vetted a few and found most wanting. The Lady he’s talking to now has an eligible brother and “the man has been most stubborn in finding a wife”, she had admitted. Honestly Fredric could not give a care today, he’s waiting a response from a letter he had sent north a few days ago, via airship. Commands and directions for his cousin, in reference to the reorganization of the Mekhal Legions; along with border orders and training concerns. All normal enough, but the other message….would be of much more importance to him and the future of not only his hold, but perhaps the entire realm.
“My Lord!” The concerned yell brought him out of a temporary lapse in attention, just in time to catch the incoming fastball from downfield. Lady Elestria had come back in full force it would seem and launched the ball toward their group. He deftly nets the ball and shakes his head at her oblivious nature. “Well done madam! But the net remains….behind you. Fredric passes off his stick and walks toward the side of the makeshift field, waving over a servant with bottle of water. He takes the vessel and removes his mask, stepping safely off the lines and watches the commencement, taking a drink and a temporary break from the action.