Post by Cyan on Feb 4, 2015 4:39:58 GMT
(02/03/15 19:33:01 )
.:. A Wild Imagination .:.
.:. Cyan Grace Alexander .:.
: The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
- Within the city -
Old parchment and fresh ink are the scents that mingle with the wood fire that welcome you to take a chair. open a book and stay awhile.
says to ALL: The fire crackled in the hearth and it kept me company as I sat relaxed on one of the thick furs .. the ambient light streamed over me in hues of amber and rose to dust my skin a glow ... I was concentrating on the page before me .. having decided to spend my time in my craft as things had gotten out of control within my soul and I needed direction ... the folk tale was shaping up nicely and I chewed the end of the quill as I glanced up absently to watch the patterns of the flames .. it was soothing to think of the imps making merry in the shards of heat and I smiled .. it as then that the door of the office opened and a figure swept across the room to me .. it was one of my own guards and I was drawn from my reverie to regard the clipped pace his boots made on the polished floor .. I waited in suspended silence for the reason for his visit and when he approached I tilted my head and regarded him before a questioning smile grew upon the contours of my raspberry satin lips .. I placed the quill in to my lap .. closing the book and setting it on a nearby table " Tal Horatio, to what do I owe the honor of your visit ?"
(02/03/15 19:38:43 )
.:. A Wild Imagination .:.
.:. Cyan Grace Alexander .:.
: The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
- Within the city -
Old parchment and fresh ink are the scents that mingle with the wood fire that welcome you to take a chair. open a book and stay awhile.
says to ALL: He was handsome in a rugged sort of way and I could appreciate that as he grinned and then winked softly .. I swear all men were bigger flirts than the women they accused ... I felt the twitch occuring in my own smile and I laughed softly ... then He reached with one hand it disappearing in his cloak to come out holding an envelope .. he was hesitant to extend it to me and I quirked a brow as I watched that pause ... he did not offer it to me but held it just out of my reach and I was not concerned enough to draw it from him yet ... he finally spoke .. a rich timber of a voice that I am positive would charm the bloomers off plenty of young maids .. " I have a letter My Lady .. but I ask that you do not request I hand it over to you .. I do not trust from whence it came nor do we know much about its arrival "
(02/03/15 19:45:56 )
.:. A Wild Imagination .:.
.:. Cyan Grace Alexander .:.
: The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
- Within the city -
Old parchment and fresh ink are the scents that mingle with the wood fire that welcome you to take a chair. open a book and stay awhile.
says to ALL: I reached up and tapped a shaped nail against my lip as I pondered this .. then I adjusted myself on a pillow .. curling my legs neath the bounty of my robes .. " go on Horatio.. tell me what you know and then I shall make my decision "
Before he could open his mouth to explain I wove my slender hand graciously indicating the neighboring bank of furs .. " Please sit with me .. no need to be so formal " ... He tapped the rence agaisnt his thigh and sunk in to the pile of pillows .. He appeared to be pondering just what to tell me and I drew my eyes togethter hoping he decided on complete honesty lest I would take the letter ... my head was throbbing as I considered the contents of his tale .. the box and the journal coming to mind immediately .. and those feminine senses were tingling in to overdrive .. I wanted to wrap my hand round his throat and shake the story out of him but the veneer of perfection would not betray the turmoil within.
" The letter is well travelled Lady .. we conducted an investigation before coming to you .. it was given to a thrall .. he of course paid no attention to the person that pushed it in to his hands for they bedazzled him with money and he is not even certain of the persons gender .. he was paid to remember only this ..." Take this missive to the Lady Cyan and tell her that if the message within is not responded to in a timely manner the first consequence may be a death"
(02/03/15 19:53:36 )
.:. A Wild Imagination .:.
.:. Cyan Grace Alexander .:.
: The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
- Within the city -
Old parchment and fresh ink are the scents that mingle with the wood fire that welcome you to take a chair. open a book and stay awhile.
says to ALL: My heart beat frantically . a birds wing flutter in the tender cage of my ribs .. who would die .. how would they die .. what was in that letter? .. I was now sitting on a pin cushion ... and I was not the kind to allow senseless death and so I grasped the letter from his hand and turned it over .. my whole world collapsing as I recognised my own family seal .. Stormed eyes forced upwards to his and I frowned, my finger poised to break its protection of the words inside but the sense of forbodding was thick in my blood as I bit out .. " This note is time sensitive and you delay me ? " .. My ire was evident as that finger flicked and the wax crumbled .. my eyes scanning the text as the light in the depths of my gaze raged with the impatience bubbling in me.
The contents of the letter were burned in to my maddened psyche as I read them and I pushed up from the furs to pace as he replied " It was highly suspicious it is our duty to protect you, it was a decision we made" .. looking down at him with barely supressed disgust my voice almost venomous as it hissed out at him... " It was not your decision to make it was mine .. the letter was directed to ME "
(02/03/15 20:04:03 )
.:. A Wild Imagination .:.
.:. Cyan Grace Alexander .:.
: The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
- Outside the City -
At the docks where stone, timber and barrels of fish and salt are stored
says to ALL: I left him sitting in a stupor but for a split second as I flew across the room and out the door .. the large wooden portal swung open by a patron of the library as they saw me coming and seemed sense the emotion i was emitting .. the swish of my skirts colored the room in errant hues of blue as I disappeared in my flurry down the street and to my cabin ... the necklace .. he wants the necklace .. how is this tied together ... how ? .. I was frantic as I thrust in to my room and began tossing things as I atempted to recall where i had hid it .. the problem with hiding things is that you often forgot exactly where you stowed the damn things .. I cursed and looked round my room ... maria my house slave came in the room in a panic .. calling out to me to help .. but I was not to be stopped.
I dropped to my knees and crawled neath the raised sleeping couch .. rolling to my back and retrieving the hidden treasure box from the foundation of the supports ... I extracted the necklace and stuffed it in my hand out of sight .. resecuring the box and crawling out ... pretending there was nothing in my grip ... my hair was flying round the heightened features and framing my face as I launched myself out of the cabin and back to the library ...I needed transport and I needed it NOW! ... Horatio joined me, hot on my heels "Lady be reasonable " he pleaded .. I paid him no mind ... crossing paths and exiting on the docks nearly running to the nearest ship. The chain and the gem of the necklace cutting in to my flesh as I had a death grip on it. Our voices and the fact I was causing a stir was noted and I heard Horatio cursing about women even going so far as to consider giving them up .. I smirked and called out ahead " If passage is not found this instant.. I will make all your lives miserable "
(02/03/15 20:15:16 )
.:. A Wild Imagination .:.
.:. Cyan Grace Alexander .:.
: The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
- Outside the City -
At the docks where stone, timber and barrels of fish and salt are stored
says to ALL: The water managed to amplify my voice so that I knew they heard me and I saw the sudden burst of activity as curious onlookers took time to watch. I am quite certain that it looked ridiculous to the men on the docks to see a small blonde woman in a full out temper dashing across the wharf with a guard dogging her heels. I was not inclined to care at this moment and carried on despite the smattering of amused laughter.
Horatio, bless his soul, followed suit and was chasing me before I had gotten very far .. my destination was to leave port and I was not to be waylaid .. the letter I still held as was the necklace still in my possession. Fearing I would lose it I let it slip from my fist and caught the chain links .. the pendant dangling as I looped it over my head and let it settle against my chest .. the gems catching in the light of the lamps before I dropped it inside the robe and away from prying eyes.
(02/03/15 20:21:35 )
.:. A Wild Imagination .:.
.:. Cyan Grace Alexander .:.
: The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
- Outside the City -
At the docks where stone, timber and barrels of fish and salt are stored
says to ALL: The thoughts in my head churned .. I was flooded with a myriad of questions .. all of them unanswered .. it was a fool's errand i was on but I had no choice I would not risk an innocent life .. I would never be able to forgive myself .. . the wind whipped the silken ribbons of my hair across the visage as I strode like the winds themself ... I managed to turn my eyes upwards and sought the position of the moon .. I needed an idea of time .. was I too late? .. Please do not let me too late .. I felt the heaviness of my heart at the presumed fact that if I was too late, that someone would pay the price .. I was breathing hard and I reached up and curled my fingers around the pendant hidden neath the brocade cloth.. concentration was hard but I focused on how to get me on this fantastical journey .. I focused then waited after I had calmed myself .. what was so important with this necklace that someone would go to these lengths to obtain it .. I chewed on my lip, getting there was my primary concern.
(02/03/15 20:37:18 )
.:. A Wild Imagination .:.
.:. Cyan Grace Alexander .:.
: The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
- Outside the City -
At the docks where stone, timber and barrels of fish and salt are stored
says to ALL: Having enough sense to understand that travel for a freewoman was perilous at best. I was sitting on a barrell by the waters edge reading over the letter and I took out the necklace removing it from around my throat.. its chain draped across my palm as my thrumb traced over the design .. I did not really know what its value was for I had not received much more information other than the fact that It was a family heirloom .. I so wished I could speak to my mother and ask her if this was her manipulations or something much more sinsiter .. it was unnerving to not know these things.
Horatio appraoched me .. pushing his fingers through his hair in a motion that I knew to be born of his frustration with me and I found my patience growing thin .. even so far as to know that my features were indicative of such and as he began to talk " Lady please .. I implore you to give up this fools errand ... " I put up my hand in a gesture that meant he was to cease this line of converation ... I stood shoving the letter and the necklace in my pocket and made to leave ... " Either join me or depart but I am leaving .. I will not be swayed in this " .. I did not wait for his repsonse for I was aware that it was not fit for a lady's hearing .. alone or escorted I cared not how it was I was just anxious to depart.
.:. A Wild Imagination .:.
.:. Cyan Grace Alexander .:.
: The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
- Within the city -
Old parchment and fresh ink are the scents that mingle with the wood fire that welcome you to take a chair. open a book and stay awhile.
says to ALL: The fire crackled in the hearth and it kept me company as I sat relaxed on one of the thick furs .. the ambient light streamed over me in hues of amber and rose to dust my skin a glow ... I was concentrating on the page before me .. having decided to spend my time in my craft as things had gotten out of control within my soul and I needed direction ... the folk tale was shaping up nicely and I chewed the end of the quill as I glanced up absently to watch the patterns of the flames .. it was soothing to think of the imps making merry in the shards of heat and I smiled .. it as then that the door of the office opened and a figure swept across the room to me .. it was one of my own guards and I was drawn from my reverie to regard the clipped pace his boots made on the polished floor .. I waited in suspended silence for the reason for his visit and when he approached I tilted my head and regarded him before a questioning smile grew upon the contours of my raspberry satin lips .. I placed the quill in to my lap .. closing the book and setting it on a nearby table " Tal Horatio, to what do I owe the honor of your visit ?"
(02/03/15 19:38:43 )
.:. A Wild Imagination .:.
.:. Cyan Grace Alexander .:.
: The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
- Within the city -
Old parchment and fresh ink are the scents that mingle with the wood fire that welcome you to take a chair. open a book and stay awhile.
says to ALL: He was handsome in a rugged sort of way and I could appreciate that as he grinned and then winked softly .. I swear all men were bigger flirts than the women they accused ... I felt the twitch occuring in my own smile and I laughed softly ... then He reached with one hand it disappearing in his cloak to come out holding an envelope .. he was hesitant to extend it to me and I quirked a brow as I watched that pause ... he did not offer it to me but held it just out of my reach and I was not concerned enough to draw it from him yet ... he finally spoke .. a rich timber of a voice that I am positive would charm the bloomers off plenty of young maids .. " I have a letter My Lady .. but I ask that you do not request I hand it over to you .. I do not trust from whence it came nor do we know much about its arrival "
(02/03/15 19:45:56 )
.:. A Wild Imagination .:.
.:. Cyan Grace Alexander .:.
: The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
- Within the city -
Old parchment and fresh ink are the scents that mingle with the wood fire that welcome you to take a chair. open a book and stay awhile.
says to ALL: I reached up and tapped a shaped nail against my lip as I pondered this .. then I adjusted myself on a pillow .. curling my legs neath the bounty of my robes .. " go on Horatio.. tell me what you know and then I shall make my decision "
Before he could open his mouth to explain I wove my slender hand graciously indicating the neighboring bank of furs .. " Please sit with me .. no need to be so formal " ... He tapped the rence agaisnt his thigh and sunk in to the pile of pillows .. He appeared to be pondering just what to tell me and I drew my eyes togethter hoping he decided on complete honesty lest I would take the letter ... my head was throbbing as I considered the contents of his tale .. the box and the journal coming to mind immediately .. and those feminine senses were tingling in to overdrive .. I wanted to wrap my hand round his throat and shake the story out of him but the veneer of perfection would not betray the turmoil within.
" The letter is well travelled Lady .. we conducted an investigation before coming to you .. it was given to a thrall .. he of course paid no attention to the person that pushed it in to his hands for they bedazzled him with money and he is not even certain of the persons gender .. he was paid to remember only this ..." Take this missive to the Lady Cyan and tell her that if the message within is not responded to in a timely manner the first consequence may be a death"
(02/03/15 19:53:36 )
.:. A Wild Imagination .:.
.:. Cyan Grace Alexander .:.
: The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
- Within the city -
Old parchment and fresh ink are the scents that mingle with the wood fire that welcome you to take a chair. open a book and stay awhile.
says to ALL: My heart beat frantically . a birds wing flutter in the tender cage of my ribs .. who would die .. how would they die .. what was in that letter? .. I was now sitting on a pin cushion ... and I was not the kind to allow senseless death and so I grasped the letter from his hand and turned it over .. my whole world collapsing as I recognised my own family seal .. Stormed eyes forced upwards to his and I frowned, my finger poised to break its protection of the words inside but the sense of forbodding was thick in my blood as I bit out .. " This note is time sensitive and you delay me ? " .. My ire was evident as that finger flicked and the wax crumbled .. my eyes scanning the text as the light in the depths of my gaze raged with the impatience bubbling in me.
The contents of the letter were burned in to my maddened psyche as I read them and I pushed up from the furs to pace as he replied " It was highly suspicious it is our duty to protect you, it was a decision we made" .. looking down at him with barely supressed disgust my voice almost venomous as it hissed out at him... " It was not your decision to make it was mine .. the letter was directed to ME "
(02/03/15 20:04:03 )
.:. A Wild Imagination .:.
.:. Cyan Grace Alexander .:.
: The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
- Outside the City -
At the docks where stone, timber and barrels of fish and salt are stored
says to ALL: I left him sitting in a stupor but for a split second as I flew across the room and out the door .. the large wooden portal swung open by a patron of the library as they saw me coming and seemed sense the emotion i was emitting .. the swish of my skirts colored the room in errant hues of blue as I disappeared in my flurry down the street and to my cabin ... the necklace .. he wants the necklace .. how is this tied together ... how ? .. I was frantic as I thrust in to my room and began tossing things as I atempted to recall where i had hid it .. the problem with hiding things is that you often forgot exactly where you stowed the damn things .. I cursed and looked round my room ... maria my house slave came in the room in a panic .. calling out to me to help .. but I was not to be stopped.
I dropped to my knees and crawled neath the raised sleeping couch .. rolling to my back and retrieving the hidden treasure box from the foundation of the supports ... I extracted the necklace and stuffed it in my hand out of sight .. resecuring the box and crawling out ... pretending there was nothing in my grip ... my hair was flying round the heightened features and framing my face as I launched myself out of the cabin and back to the library ...I needed transport and I needed it NOW! ... Horatio joined me, hot on my heels "Lady be reasonable " he pleaded .. I paid him no mind ... crossing paths and exiting on the docks nearly running to the nearest ship. The chain and the gem of the necklace cutting in to my flesh as I had a death grip on it. Our voices and the fact I was causing a stir was noted and I heard Horatio cursing about women even going so far as to consider giving them up .. I smirked and called out ahead " If passage is not found this instant.. I will make all your lives miserable "
(02/03/15 20:15:16 )
.:. A Wild Imagination .:.
.:. Cyan Grace Alexander .:.
: The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
- Outside the City -
At the docks where stone, timber and barrels of fish and salt are stored
says to ALL: The water managed to amplify my voice so that I knew they heard me and I saw the sudden burst of activity as curious onlookers took time to watch. I am quite certain that it looked ridiculous to the men on the docks to see a small blonde woman in a full out temper dashing across the wharf with a guard dogging her heels. I was not inclined to care at this moment and carried on despite the smattering of amused laughter.
Horatio, bless his soul, followed suit and was chasing me before I had gotten very far .. my destination was to leave port and I was not to be waylaid .. the letter I still held as was the necklace still in my possession. Fearing I would lose it I let it slip from my fist and caught the chain links .. the pendant dangling as I looped it over my head and let it settle against my chest .. the gems catching in the light of the lamps before I dropped it inside the robe and away from prying eyes.
(02/03/15 20:21:35 )
.:. A Wild Imagination .:.
.:. Cyan Grace Alexander .:.
: The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
- Outside the City -
At the docks where stone, timber and barrels of fish and salt are stored
says to ALL: The thoughts in my head churned .. I was flooded with a myriad of questions .. all of them unanswered .. it was a fool's errand i was on but I had no choice I would not risk an innocent life .. I would never be able to forgive myself .. . the wind whipped the silken ribbons of my hair across the visage as I strode like the winds themself ... I managed to turn my eyes upwards and sought the position of the moon .. I needed an idea of time .. was I too late? .. Please do not let me too late .. I felt the heaviness of my heart at the presumed fact that if I was too late, that someone would pay the price .. I was breathing hard and I reached up and curled my fingers around the pendant hidden neath the brocade cloth.. concentration was hard but I focused on how to get me on this fantastical journey .. I focused then waited after I had calmed myself .. what was so important with this necklace that someone would go to these lengths to obtain it .. I chewed on my lip, getting there was my primary concern.
(02/03/15 20:37:18 )
.:. A Wild Imagination .:.
.:. Cyan Grace Alexander .:.
: The most beautiful things are those that madness prompts and reason writes.
- Outside the City -
At the docks where stone, timber and barrels of fish and salt are stored
says to ALL: Having enough sense to understand that travel for a freewoman was perilous at best. I was sitting on a barrell by the waters edge reading over the letter and I took out the necklace removing it from around my throat.. its chain draped across my palm as my thrumb traced over the design .. I did not really know what its value was for I had not received much more information other than the fact that It was a family heirloom .. I so wished I could speak to my mother and ask her if this was her manipulations or something much more sinsiter .. it was unnerving to not know these things.
Horatio appraoched me .. pushing his fingers through his hair in a motion that I knew to be born of his frustration with me and I found my patience growing thin .. even so far as to know that my features were indicative of such and as he began to talk " Lady please .. I implore you to give up this fools errand ... " I put up my hand in a gesture that meant he was to cease this line of converation ... I stood shoving the letter and the necklace in my pocket and made to leave ... " Either join me or depart but I am leaving .. I will not be swayed in this " .. I did not wait for his repsonse for I was aware that it was not fit for a lady's hearing .. alone or escorted I cared not how it was I was just anxious to depart.