HWD: The Fox and the Serpent - Tue 29/07/14 23:20 UTC
The Heartwood
Talantal, the Grand Duchy of Talantal
Noon-ish and later, Midsummer's Day
Kadri, Mikal and Dean
It was not hard to find Talia Montague-Korie.
For while one court was held in the keep's Great Hall, another was being held in the gardens above. Up the stairs to the finely sculpted gallery, through the arcade and then out the large and ornate bronze doors and one walked upon a tremendous rooftop balcony. It was well appointed, a heavy loam the rooftop with ornate paths and well marked gardens, each with fine flowers domestic and wild, a rainbow of bright color. At the farthest end, opposite the big doors and overlooking the keep's front yard was a fine gazebo. It was painted, large enough for almost a full hand of people and set with excellent benches and chairs.
The problem, of course, was that there was not a Dama Korie. Which meant it was a collection of minor noble wives, the Damas of the visiting families.
But there still must be a host.
That was Talia Montague-Korie.
She and her ladies-in-waiting claimed the central space of the gazebo, Talia in the center, two servant girls behind her, two at her feet. They looked strict and hard, as if they were carven from the very stone of the earth.
They had probably come with her from her home - and now, like their Mistress, trapped in another's lands.
And while the Ladies of the other families may have been older, wiser, smarter and carrying
more noble blood than she.
But she was Midsummer's hostess.
And while her Brothers bight be skilled in the art of the sword.
This was her battlefield.
She offered a feral smile as she noted the arrival of her newest sister.
Talantal, the Grand Duchy of Talantal
Noon-ish and later, Midsummer's Day
Kadri, Mikal and Dean
It was not hard to find Talia Montague-Korie.
For while one court was held in the keep's Great Hall, another was being held in the gardens above. Up the stairs to the finely sculpted gallery, through the arcade and then out the large and ornate bronze doors and one walked upon a tremendous rooftop balcony. It was well appointed, a heavy loam the rooftop with ornate paths and well marked gardens, each with fine flowers domestic and wild, a rainbow of bright color. At the farthest end, opposite the big doors and overlooking the keep's front yard was a fine gazebo. It was painted, large enough for almost a full hand of people and set with excellent benches and chairs.
The problem, of course, was that there was not a Dama Korie. Which meant it was a collection of minor noble wives, the Damas of the visiting families.
But there still must be a host.
That was Talia Montague-Korie.
She and her ladies-in-waiting claimed the central space of the gazebo, Talia in the center, two servant girls behind her, two at her feet. They looked strict and hard, as if they were carven from the very stone of the earth.
They had probably come with her from her home - and now, like their Mistress, trapped in another's lands.
And while the Ladies of the other families may have been older, wiser, smarter and carrying
more noble blood than she.
But she was Midsummer's hostess.
And while her Brothers bight be skilled in the art of the sword.
This was her battlefield.
She offered a feral smile as she noted the arrival of her newest sister.