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~Dmitri Markov~
A small band of a cloud lazily drifted across the aerial ocean, ruining the stark blue of the afternoon sky. Pondering the meaning of this particular oddity from a window's jutting porch, a lean figure sat on a makeshift seat. The area was underneath a silken awning, shielding whomever was below it from the glaring sun.
Deciding it was time to go back inside and supervise a group of hardy men move materials into the building to furnish it, the figure stood up and moved through the open window doors in a smooth manner. Compared to the brightness of the outside world, it was considerably darker indoors. Despite the lighting, all seemed to be in order, and everything was accounted for so far.
"Hey, Boss Man!" One of the workers started shouting, and made a beckoning motion to the figure that had just entered from the porch. Without hesitation, the figure started towards the worker to see what he had to say. Two other workers momentarily stopped what they were doing, and watched the figure move. One secretly admired the elegance of the figure's clothing. Especially how the gold-trimmed coat slightly billowed out, causing whatever light that it happened to catch glint off of the moving ends in a spectacular shine.
As the figure arrived in front of the man who beckoned, those workers that had stopped began to resume what they had been doing, dropping whatever thought they might have had on their short mental break.
"What is it that you must speak to me about?" the figure responded in a surprisingly interested manner.
Slightly taken aback by the welcoming response, the worker stated his business, "Well, sir, there is a messenger downstairs for you. He said it was urgent."
"Thank you for letting me know. I'll be down shortly. You may go about your business once again," replied the man with the gold-trimmed coat.
Watching as the worker left to get back to his duties, the man in the elegant coat contemplated whom this messenger had been employed from. He could only name a few people that would know of his entrance to the city, let alone care.On top of that, he only knew a handful of people that even knew of his whereabouts.
"This must be an important entity that sends for me," the man thought to himself as he started his way down the stairs. "I haven't even finished setting up my new home. If there was a word to be spread so quickly about my arrival, I obviously have found myself a potential-" he paused to find the right word, "patron."
Chuckling to himself, the man continued down the spiral staircase, and admired the beautiful inlay on the wall which followed the whole length of the staircase. What he liked most about this wall was how the design lead the eyes to seek beyond the point of vision, and eventually compel the viewer to move, either up or down, to satisfy their curiosity for seeing the rest of the wall.
Upon arriving at the bottom of the stairs, the man saw an intense light from the open double doors spill across the entryway. "Ah, I need to remember to put some candles or torches within this room," the man quietly said aloud. Just outside of the doors stood what he assumed to be the messenger.
"Are you the messenger that has been sent for me?" the man said with a slight accent as he stopped just within the doors.
"Um, yes, I am. Are you the master of this house? I was specifically told not to say anything to anyone other than the master," the messenger sheepishly responded.
Amused by the messenger and the sort posture that he took on, the man replied, "Ah, don't worry about a thing. I am the master of this house, and I insist that you take a step inside to tell me what brings you here." The man swept his hand through the air leading into the inside of the house. "I'm actually surprised you weren't invited in."
Not moving an inch, the messenger regained some sort of his composure, "Actually, sir, I was to bring you back to the king's palace. He has sent for your council about some urgent business. I wasn't told what that may be, but I was told to bring you back as soon as possible. Either that, or bring back a representative on your behalf explaining your absent presence."
"Ah, I will arrange my workers to finish setting up my house as they see fit while I am away. You may stay where you are or take a seat while I leave my instructions. Pardon me as you wait." Turning abruptly, causing his coat tails to flutter slightly, the man smoothly glided away back up the stairs. Appalled by the man's welcoming response and quickness to act, the messenger still stood right outside of the door, trembling with his somewhat hidden fear of the inside.
Back upstairs, the man called all of his workers over to him. As quick as he was to tell them their instructions, the other men came over to hear what he had to say.
"I've just been summoned away for business. You shall continue to set everything up while I'm away. This means you may set it up however you please, but all of the alchemical instruments and research must be placed where I specify. For now, keep all of those things where they are. When I return, I will look over everything. Until then, I must dismiss myself ." As quickly as he had left before, the man made his way down once again. All of the workers resumed with their duties as before.
Once on the main floor again, the man took a last scan about the place, making mental notes on what he'd like to to with the place when he gets back. After coming outside, the man decided to close the doors once again. The messenger was surprised he could move them all by himself, since they were made of a heavy material. On his arrival, the messenger remembered how it took two of the messengers to get the doors moving. Shaking off his shock, the messenger started to head back to the palace once the man was satisfied with closing the doors.
Noticing the sun beginning to sink into the horizon, the man followed the messenger. As he walked, a few people stopped from their twilight tasks to watch him pass, intrigued or infatuated by the occasional glint coming from his gold-trimmed coat. For the individuals that happened to stop, the man, aware of their interest, paid no attention as if these things were commonplace to him. Both the messenger and the man made their way through the cramped streets with no intention to stop.
~Hope does not illuminate only one, it shines light on all those around~
 Dersa Aenstar · Sun Jan 03, 2010 @ 12:05am · 0 Comments |
