Post by Alliser on Jul 23, 2018 22:38:56 GMT 1
Lord Alliser stared at his reflection in the mirror. The mirror had fancy woodwork scrolled with scenes of black foxes, some were jumping, some were sleeping, yet more were chasing rabbit. On the top was the sigil of his house, a black fox rampant sinister was on a gold field. Lord Allisers eyes were puffy from staying up late last night.
You are not the young man you used to be. Alliser thought to himself.
Lord Alliser takes the comb and wets it in the silvered wash basin that stood next to the mirror. He was in his underclothes, having had Malyk wake him early as he did not trust Albion to wake him so he could be dressed and prepared to make it to the vigil, it is the least I can do.
Lord Alliser cups his hands and dips them into the cool water, then brings the cupped water to his hair, wetting the hair down. The faint sent of lavender drifts pleasantly into Lord Allisers nostrils, soothing him. Hightower was an old man anyways. It was past his time to meet the stranger.
Lord Alliser closes his eyes again and begins to drift back off to sleep while standing there, the drinking from last night still taking its toll on his head. He hears the soft pattering of feet come up from behind him. Arms wrap around him and as Alliser looks back he sees Regyn’s face lean up against Lord Allisers shoulder. “What’s wrong ally?” asks the Mummer. He was also dressed in his smallclothes, but further along in the state of dress then Lord Alliser was, “you seem rather despondent.”
“I am just tired Regyn,” Lord Alliser rests his chin on the mummers curly black hair. “It has been a busy evening.”
“It sure has been,” Regyn picks up the ring that Lord Alliser was wearing, “It seems our dancing lessons have been paying off.” Regyn gives a wink, then slides the metal band onto his thumb, it being too big to fit on any other finger.
Alliser chuckles at Regyn, “Surely you gest, it was not but my Lady Wife’s patience and long suffering that has finally born fruit.” Lord Alliser gives a small kiss to the shorter man’s forehead. Lady Levalle stirred in their shared bed, its blankets soft and down filled bedding keeping the chill at bay for now.
Regyn admires the ring, as Lord Alliser continues to get ready, brushing the comb through his hair, “You know you will not be able to pawn that right?” Lord Alliser remarks, and then begins to wash his body with a linen wash cloth, bearing his skin to the early morning air and causing gooseflesh to spread down his arms and back.” Regyn gives Lord Alliser a playful bat in the lords direction his hand.
“You don’t know that my lord!” Regyn says in mock indignation. “I know lots of people!” Regyn approaches the Lord sliding off the ring then letting it clatter into the small jewelry bowl next to the mirror. He then reaches for a small sponge on a stick, then begins to wash Lord Allisers backside.
“Yes, but I know you, you scoundrel.” You would not betray me. Not if you wanted to keep the comforts you have now. Besides, your heart may be black, but it belongs to us. “You would not want to hurt me so,” Lord Alliser gives the mummer a smile through the mirror. They both turn their heads to the bed as they hear Lady Levalle begin to stir, giving a slightly muffled sound of displeasure at waking alone. “Now, go make my Lady Wife comfortable.” With a smirk Regyn flounces over to the bed where Allisers wife was sleeping, and burrows himself under the covers, snuggling up to the lady like a small kitten.
They are too adorable, Lord Alliser thinks. He then begins to dress himself. The somber black doublet tailored to Lord Allisers slightly increased girth. I certainly do miss the days where I could eat and drink like a fish, and never have to think about it the next day.
Lord Alliser slips on the boots just as he hears the rest of the camp begin stirring, a few clucking chickens and a dog barking in the distance. He fastens the last few buckles then strides over to the pattens next to opening of the pavilion and slides them on. Lord Alliser then slips out of the tent flaps, careful to not disturb his freshly combed hair. Then he begins to trudge onwards towards the Sept, where better knights then I have been keeping Vigil.
You are not the young man you used to be. Alliser thought to himself.
Lord Alliser takes the comb and wets it in the silvered wash basin that stood next to the mirror. He was in his underclothes, having had Malyk wake him early as he did not trust Albion to wake him so he could be dressed and prepared to make it to the vigil, it is the least I can do.
Lord Alliser cups his hands and dips them into the cool water, then brings the cupped water to his hair, wetting the hair down. The faint sent of lavender drifts pleasantly into Lord Allisers nostrils, soothing him. Hightower was an old man anyways. It was past his time to meet the stranger.
Lord Alliser closes his eyes again and begins to drift back off to sleep while standing there, the drinking from last night still taking its toll on his head. He hears the soft pattering of feet come up from behind him. Arms wrap around him and as Alliser looks back he sees Regyn’s face lean up against Lord Allisers shoulder. “What’s wrong ally?” asks the Mummer. He was also dressed in his smallclothes, but further along in the state of dress then Lord Alliser was, “you seem rather despondent.”
“I am just tired Regyn,” Lord Alliser rests his chin on the mummers curly black hair. “It has been a busy evening.”
“It sure has been,” Regyn picks up the ring that Lord Alliser was wearing, “It seems our dancing lessons have been paying off.” Regyn gives a wink, then slides the metal band onto his thumb, it being too big to fit on any other finger.
Alliser chuckles at Regyn, “Surely you gest, it was not but my Lady Wife’s patience and long suffering that has finally born fruit.” Lord Alliser gives a small kiss to the shorter man’s forehead. Lady Levalle stirred in their shared bed, its blankets soft and down filled bedding keeping the chill at bay for now.
Regyn admires the ring, as Lord Alliser continues to get ready, brushing the comb through his hair, “You know you will not be able to pawn that right?” Lord Alliser remarks, and then begins to wash his body with a linen wash cloth, bearing his skin to the early morning air and causing gooseflesh to spread down his arms and back.” Regyn gives Lord Alliser a playful bat in the lords direction his hand.
“You don’t know that my lord!” Regyn says in mock indignation. “I know lots of people!” Regyn approaches the Lord sliding off the ring then letting it clatter into the small jewelry bowl next to the mirror. He then reaches for a small sponge on a stick, then begins to wash Lord Allisers backside.
“Yes, but I know you, you scoundrel.” You would not betray me. Not if you wanted to keep the comforts you have now. Besides, your heart may be black, but it belongs to us. “You would not want to hurt me so,” Lord Alliser gives the mummer a smile through the mirror. They both turn their heads to the bed as they hear Lady Levalle begin to stir, giving a slightly muffled sound of displeasure at waking alone. “Now, go make my Lady Wife comfortable.” With a smirk Regyn flounces over to the bed where Allisers wife was sleeping, and burrows himself under the covers, snuggling up to the lady like a small kitten.
They are too adorable, Lord Alliser thinks. He then begins to dress himself. The somber black doublet tailored to Lord Allisers slightly increased girth. I certainly do miss the days where I could eat and drink like a fish, and never have to think about it the next day.
Lord Alliser slips on the boots just as he hears the rest of the camp begin stirring, a few clucking chickens and a dog barking in the distance. He fastens the last few buckles then strides over to the pattens next to opening of the pavilion and slides them on. Lord Alliser then slips out of the tent flaps, careful to not disturb his freshly combed hair. Then he begins to trudge onwards towards the Sept, where better knights then I have been keeping Vigil.
