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Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2013 6:33 pm
The steady thum thum, thum thum, thum thum of the cart matched the beating of Con's pounding feet. The footman jogged next to the wooden contraption as he steadily proceeded to his destination. It was a squelching hot day in the middle of a typical Palisade summer, and yet, Con wasn't fazed by the heat, nor the exercise. He DID wish the driver of said wagon was taking his wares elsewhere, because well, it was annoying Keth-Selhan.
The little fawn that had dogged the footman's steps for the last year had grown much larger than Con had anticipated. Black with a purple sheen and with a smattering of golden tiger stripes, his chosen sketched an imposing figure. And where as most Guardian's Con had seen had the slim build of an athlete, Keth had that of a fighter. Muscle and power, the buck could easily carry his chosen if Con allowed him. But he was a footman, and as with most footman, he generally enjoyed using his feet to take him places.
Con was well suited for his occupation. Fit, his body was well suited for traveling long distances, and his quiet demeanor created the subtlety that most employers looked for. Con had been working for Mr. Primsley for several years now and the minor noble treated his staff well. He had even allowed (with his daughters persuading) Con to keep his guardian. Mr. Primsley's daughter, who was now a 15 year old miss, had taken a liking to Con and he was one of her main servants. A wild little thing, her head was filled with romantic delusions. The subject of such affection seemed to change on a whim, and it wasn't odd for Con to go out every other week to deliver a note on her behalf. Today it was one Mr. Gabriel Blithe. Con has heard of him, only because he had been in the room when Mr. Primsley had warned his daughter against the young man who had recently returned to Palisade. That had been a mistake, Mr. Primsley should have known that warning her would only awaken her curiosity. That was yesterday. Today Con was on a 'secret mission' to deliver an 'invitation to tea'.
So here he was, headed towards the Blithe residence.
Impatience. Annoyance. Keth-Selhan was not pleased about being held up behind the wagon. He snorted, head held high, red eyes blazing. A large crow sat on one of his antler points, quiet; surveying all with cunning eyes. It's attention finally rested on Con. The footman didn't glance over his shoulder, but could feel the weight of the two creature's stares. Con wasn't sure how he ended up saddled with the aggressive animals, but he wouldn't let them intimidate him.
A few bends later the wagon and the footman's paths' diverged. Con's journey had come to an end. The sounds of hammers and men at work filled the air. Con stood at edge of the scene, eyes glancing over the workers, looking for a figure of authority to direct him to Gabriel Blithe.
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Posted: Tue Oct 22, 2013 5:37 pm
It was not unusual for carts to pass by the Blithe homestead, but it was relatively unwarranted that they stop. Gabriel preferred to pick up furnishings himself, and he always warned of impending shipments so someone could be ready. Considering the man coming up the path, all heads turned from their work to him. There was no particular agent of authority for a few moments before the foreman stepped forth, offering a hand out to the footman.
"Hello, can I help you?"
The silence was what alerted Gabriel to the presence of some new entity. He approached the second-floor window and peered out at the lawn, watching as his men took care of the approaching stranger. How odd. He wasn't expecting any company, any deliveries, anything of the sort. He wasn't worried. His men had pickaxes, saws, and plenty of weapons to dispatch any threat. Not to mention the Guardian that rounded from the rear garden.
Morai approached, head down and without his 'helmet'. His Chosen was wary of this new man, and so was he. While his body language did not warn of an attack, he was clearly curious. Morai was a fairly large buck himself, all leanly-muscled but especially tall and broad. Nobody would dare challenge the entire workforce and an enormous deer, would they?
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