Highbury - mini RP

[peinture avec angelique]

A mini RP.

AkumaNoNamida20

 

[peinture avec angelique]

Highbury, Ravenheart.

The road to Highbury was a long one. Highbury was a small country village just outside the capital. This much Clair knew. She also knew that the relative that she was to reside with to commence her studies resided at Highbury Mansion, the largest building there.

The clipity-clop of the horses' hooves grew silent. The change was sudden enough to rouse suspicion - and, perhaps, to cause alarm even - in any new traveler. Looking out of the carriage window, she could see the border of the notorious scorched plain below her. It has always been there, but the lack of ground between the ruins and herself was unnerving. Highbury was situated on an island, surrounded by sky, that was separated from the mainland by erosion through the centuries. The two horses leading her into her new life seemed unbothered and treaded through the air effortlessly as though there were no difference between the substances; as though the lack of density did not affect them, nor the carriage, at all.

"Sit back, miss," said the driver in a cool, soothing and yet somewhat amused tone. "I can protect you against the fall, but not from the sun."
He was human - or seemed to be at least - and his accent was strange. He had been traveling for so long that no accent or particular slang dominated his lexicon.

He was right, however. The sun crept up from below and forced Clair to lower the thick curtains to avoid being burned.
As the light touched each particle and flooded the world in golden brilliance, colour sprang forward like a boisterous pup. Silence followed, except for the cheerful chirping of birds and, finally, the touchdown of hooves on gravel once more.

"Welcome to Highbury, miss," was the announcement from above her.

Highbury was very much different than the capital's monochromatic architecture. It had first been a human residence, but humans, mostly being primitive in the ways of magic, could not cross the aerial gap as this man now did, and thusly magical creatures took over the brilliant country estates and farms. Of course, as all other sections of the floating vampire province, it was colonized by the vampires. Some humans had comfortable lives here. Those who were yet too young or too old to be employed were often sent to farming villages such as Highbury to live until they could be useful to the government or employed in the vampiric residences in the area.

This had stirred conflict in the capital. When the news of the Prince courting his human slave reached the Chevaliers, Clair's mother arranged for her to stay at her uncle's. She have not heard of her mother ever since their farewell two days ago. Turmoil surged the city and human servants and dungeon-dwellers were mercilessly slaughtered and eaten by those who despised the species. It was a massacre and rumors are that the Prince and his lot barely escaped. Political information availability, without the sugar-coating, was quite rare - the council thought it better to keep the public oblivious to their troubles - but Clair's mother worked as a newspaper editor and thus had fairly a realistic idea of what was going to happen. She sent her daughter away for safe-keeping. Clair, my dearest, best not experience war at her young age, was her reasoning. Of course, the young vampire was unaware of this - her mother gave no explanation for the tears and the kisses and the need for relocating and her inability to accompany her.

With this, she was thrust into a new world.

Highbury was abundant in plant and animal life. The colours of early Autumn were rich and warm, and the world seemed more alive on this end. The gravel road turned into one lain out with pebbles and the carriage came to a halt. The driver hopped off his stool and opened the carriage door into the shade of an enormous building. It was late afternoon and the sun was at its hottest. She was greeted with a thick white parasol that bounced off any light that might have caught unto her skin, and escorted through the heavy double door of the mansion.

"Leave your luggage there, darling," said the lady that accepted her. She seemed in her late thirties and was human (this was a certainty and could easily be identified by the smell of her blood, pumping underneath her skin). She wore a full-length grey silk dress that covered most of her skin - her arms, her neck (only her hands and face were open to exposure) - and a warm smile that turned the mansion into a home. The building itself was impressive: spacious and very grand. It was an immaculate example of what one would get if country and aristocracy would meet.
"The servants will carry it up to your room. Come, have something to eat and drink first - before I show you about. You must be starving, poor thing." She lead Clair into a dining area, told her to wait there and exited through a side door that must have lead to a kitchen. She reappeared with tea things and scones with jam.
Setting them on the table, she took a seat at the corner of the it and beckoned Clair to do the same.

"This is the breakfast room. You may come here at any time to have some snacks fixed for you," the lady explained as if she owned half the staff. Unlike other humans Clair has come across, this lady carried herself with pride and without the slightest sign of fear for the superior and predatory species.
"So," she continued, settling herself into the chair comfortably and pouring tea for the both of them. "Where did the Master find you, eh?"

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