Post by Alliser on Aug 22, 2018 6:55:58 GMT 1
Alliser was walking through a well lit courtyard admittin the still likeness of the Lord's gone past. He paused under the safe soft shade of a Willow, listening to the small trickle of a fountain spraying water from a jug, some ancient king of the gardeners being remembered by the ever flowing water. I should see if I can have one of these made for Delena and myself. I bet they are lusciously expensive.
The thought pleased the Lord, and he bent over to more closely examine it, trying to discover how it worked when he heard a loud crunching of booted feet on the tiny round gravel. He straightens and turns around, what is *he* doing here? and puts on his best smile, bowing in deferance. He takes a quick look around to see if anyone else was here, and was disappointed to find only a few small folk gardeners keeping the hedges. well I guess I get to find out what he wants.
"My Lord," was his velvety greeting. "I trust your tournament has gone well?"
The thought pleased the Lord, and he bent over to more closely examine it, trying to discover how it worked when he heard a loud crunching of booted feet on the tiny round gravel. He straightens and turns around, what is *he* doing here? and puts on his best smile, bowing in deferance. He takes a quick look around to see if anyone else was here, and was disappointed to find only a few small folk gardeners keeping the hedges. well I guess I get to find out what he wants.
"My Lord," was his velvety greeting. "I trust your tournament has gone well?"
