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Adventus Regis - Part 1a: The Silence of Serenity
A young slave girl named Tula summoned them to the dining area for breakfast.
Calactyte was already sucking down his meal when Sebastian joined them. A breakfast of dates, bread and wine mixed with honey was served. Ilmarė poked tentatively at the dates while Bijoux lapped from a bowl of wine and honey. Two musicians played flute and kithara while a lovely dark-haired woman sang softly.
Sebastian scanned the room. “Is that…”
“Yes,” said Ilmarė. “Thralen Vodric val’Ossan,” she said in low tones. “He has not shown any interest in us as of yet.”
“Thralen?” asked Sebastian, speaking a little louder. “Is that you?”
Thralen was a tall, broad-shouldered gentleman with long, curling ebony hair. He was clad in a sea green doublet of velvet over a fine bleached white linen shirt. The borders of the doublet were edged with an elaborate design of interwoven gold and silver thread embroidery. Two silver cockleshell brooches closed the throat of his doublet. Knee-length breeches of sea green dyed moleskin, white hose, and fine leather shoes completed the ensemble.
He looked from his seat across the room. “Sebastian? Why, it is you!”
Ilmarė snorted. “I’ll grant him that there are a few purpled-haired Elorii,” she looked at Cal and Bijoux. “But you two…you’re hard to miss.”
Bijoux pointed at a side table set for children.
“Then that must be…”
“Hi Cal!” said Emric, bounding up to him. “How are you?”
“I’m good kid,” said Cal, flashing the boy a mouthful of teeth. “How are ya?”
“I’m going horseback riding!” responded the boy. It was obvious the boy greatly admired the big lizard.
“Back to your seat, Emric,” said Thralen. He looked displeased.
“Awww.”
“No talking back young man. Back to your table. Now.”
Emric sulked back to the table with the other children of the other resort guests, where an older, matronly woman attended him.
At the close of the meal, the musicians performed a set of three songs, the woman joining the pair of men with tympani.
“I thought you were taking Emric to Milandir?” asked Sebastian.
Thralen looked flustered. “Recent events have made it evident that--let’s just say it’s safer in Vestalanium,” said Thralen. “I thought it best I give the boy some fresh air. The air in Milandir is…thick.”
“I understand,” said Sebastian. “The air is similarly thick in Freeport.”
“And Grand Coryan,” added Ilmarė with a smirk.
The next morning, they awoke well rested and hungry, eager to see the town and what it might have to offer in the way of shopping and distractions. After all, it was a vacation.CASSILDA: I am not sure, my Prince, that Carcosa is in the world. In any event, it is certainly fruitless to talk about the matter.
--The King in Yellow: Act One
A young slave girl named Tula summoned them to the dining area for breakfast.
Calactyte was already sucking down his meal when Sebastian joined them. A breakfast of dates, bread and wine mixed with honey was served. Ilmarė poked tentatively at the dates while Bijoux lapped from a bowl of wine and honey. Two musicians played flute and kithara while a lovely dark-haired woman sang softly.
Sebastian scanned the room. “Is that…”
“Yes,” said Ilmarė. “Thralen Vodric val’Ossan,” she said in low tones. “He has not shown any interest in us as of yet.”
“Thralen?” asked Sebastian, speaking a little louder. “Is that you?”
Thralen was a tall, broad-shouldered gentleman with long, curling ebony hair. He was clad in a sea green doublet of velvet over a fine bleached white linen shirt. The borders of the doublet were edged with an elaborate design of interwoven gold and silver thread embroidery. Two silver cockleshell brooches closed the throat of his doublet. Knee-length breeches of sea green dyed moleskin, white hose, and fine leather shoes completed the ensemble.
He looked from his seat across the room. “Sebastian? Why, it is you!”
Ilmarė snorted. “I’ll grant him that there are a few purpled-haired Elorii,” she looked at Cal and Bijoux. “But you two…you’re hard to miss.”
Bijoux pointed at a side table set for children.
“Then that must be…”
“Hi Cal!” said Emric, bounding up to him. “How are you?”
“I’m good kid,” said Cal, flashing the boy a mouthful of teeth. “How are ya?”
“I’m going horseback riding!” responded the boy. It was obvious the boy greatly admired the big lizard.
“Back to your seat, Emric,” said Thralen. He looked displeased.
“Awww.”
“No talking back young man. Back to your table. Now.”
Emric sulked back to the table with the other children of the other resort guests, where an older, matronly woman attended him.
At the close of the meal, the musicians performed a set of three songs, the woman joining the pair of men with tympani.
“I thought you were taking Emric to Milandir?” asked Sebastian.
Thralen looked flustered. “Recent events have made it evident that--let’s just say it’s safer in Vestalanium,” said Thralen. “I thought it best I give the boy some fresh air. The air in Milandir is…thick.”
“I understand,” said Sebastian. “The air is similarly thick in Freeport.”
“And Grand Coryan,” added Ilmarė with a smirk.
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