Walking shadows

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Leon Valentin

    Tiger Eye to Purple Dusk
  • Warlord Priest
  • Played By: dergon

    Shalador Terreille
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Walking shadows
« on: November 06, 2018, 10:35:11 AM »

Leon wondered if they traced their bloodlines. How often would they bisect with those in Shalador? Askavi’s territory queen had family in the northern provinces. He’d dragged that tomb out of the archives and tucked it into his cabinet to look over at his leisure, and to compare it. The others he knew less about. People from Hayll and Dena Nehele, some completely unknown entities.

A few that could he considered enemies.

He tucked himself into a corner and watched them. Book spread across his thighs, a small notepad lain over whatever page he was not currently reading. His pen scratched quietly when the conversation was at its loudest, stilling during the lulls so no one would catch him at it. As many notes about the people he glimpsed as the words he was reading.

Sometimes he forgot to look up at all. Too enthralled in the past to remember the present. Brought back only because the feel of the place was different. Outsiders. Gathering in the palace and the city surrounding to attend the ball. To make friends and trade agreements. To sniff at secrets and hopefully to do no harm.

Somewhere the strident tones of the queen’s sister made him flinch, shoulders ducking him closer to his book. He would have to be dead before seeking that one for treatment. Too brusque and harsh, small as she was. Flipping the page, Leon tipped his head back, eyes wandering the wide room beneath sleepy eyelids. Maybe a nap. Or a walk. It wouldn’t do to be caught out in his bed in the middle of the day. Snapping the book closed over his notepad, Leon tucked it beneath his arm and rose from his chair, like a shadow departing a corner to become a man.

Vigot Thidrandisson

    Descent
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Re: Walking shadows
« Reply #1 on: November 13, 2018, 12:12:11 AM »
Maybe Vigot had been a little premature in deciding he could do part of the mingling by himself. It wasn't that he didn't like the people, or that he wasn't interested in the conversations that were happening. He'd even been engaging politely with a handful of them, although maybe he had been partially hiding behind a glass of something sweet and not nearly strong enough to smooth out his socially awkward edges.

There were just quite a few more people than he'd prepared himself for, and he could feel his words drying up like so much brittle winter grass.

It'd seemed an easy enough task, sitting among the delegation that had come across from Glacia, surrounded by people he was familiar with. Or at least people who didn't take his straightforward responses to their questions with affront or confusion. He'd come in layers, unwilling to shed too much around people he wasn't even acquaintances with, and when someone had asked why he'd been in a sweater that was 'almost unseasonal', apparently "I'd been cold", wasn't an acceptable response.

He had been cold. And now there were cooling spells cast on his sweater to keep him that way in a climate that was markedly warmer than what Vi was used to. There was little doubt that he'd eventually acclimate, but just then Vigot was thankful not only for the manufactured chill but for the borderline casual hems of his sleeves. He could hide the activity of his hands in his layers and no one would be the wiser. It was only his ability to fiddle with the fabric that kept him from reaching from where his Rose rested below his collar bones.

As it was, Vi had been edging out of the way of the bulk of the mingling people for the better part of ten minutes, angling toward a corner of the room that was occupied by both chairs and an artful arrangement of shadows. It wasn't until he was closer that he realized those shadows made a man, and then that man was standing, and Vigot found himself simultaneously closer than he thought he was and right in the way of the easiest path away from the corner without edging past the crowd.

"Apologies." he murmured, stepping back and bowing. "I didn't see you." He should have, probably, but it wasn't something he was going to linger on. He edged a little closer to the wall when another servant with a tray of glasses breezed by. Maybe if he tried hard enough he could vanish himself into the wallpaper and get a moment to breathe.

@dergon

Leon Valentin

    Tiger Eye to Purple Dusk
  • Warlord Priest
  • Played By: dergon

    Shalador Terreille
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Re: Walking shadows
« Reply #2 on: November 18, 2018, 07:55:49 AM »

Leon found himself sharing breathes with another man upon standing. Air mingling in the small space between their bodies as the other apologized and Leon considered briefly returning to his seat; too close to embracing the stranger to simply stand there or move forward. His eyebrows ticked upward a fraction, turning in toward each other in surprise.

”That is alright, lord.” The shared caste hung heavy in the growing space between them. Bows dipping them each into the pool as Leon returned the gesture. Protocol was in high demand at the palace these days. Too many foreign tempers to take any risks. ”No harm done. I hope I did not startled you.” Leon leaned away from the servant, though his nose followed the tray hungrily. He plucked two glasses from it with a shy thread of craft and drew them near.

”Would you like one?” He offered, unable to capture both without dropping his book, he let the extra hover awkwardly in the air. ”And my seat? I was just headed outside for some air.” And some peace. A break from all the mingling bodies and eddying power. He thought it might be more of less uncomfortable for a man wearing a Rose. There was a very peculiar feel the his psychic scent, but Leon did not probe deeply, not wishing to offend.

”It is a very nice spot for people watching, if that is you preference.” He pointed to it with the spine of his book as much as his finger, the cushion fluffing back up now that his weight no longer compressed it. Book and fingers tucked against his ribs once more, Leon began sidling toward the door, eyes darting from kind of companion to the room to make sure no one was coming to drag him off somewhere. It happened on occasion. Just enough to make him fear its occurrence.

Vigot Thidrandisson

    Descent
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Re: Walking shadows
« Reply #3 on: November 20, 2018, 09:10:45 PM »
Vigot's eyes tracked the floating drinks, slipping away and then back up. It felt like the noise was turning from distinct words into the crush of snow between boots, undefined and heavy. "You did," Vigot murmured, attention coming back together. "But it's not your fault." Far be it for him to blame someone else on his own attention being too far diverted from what was literally right in front of him.

He smiled a little at the courtesy. "I suppose. Thank you," The glass was cool in his hands, fingers wary of the fragility of the glass. He felt off kilter, clumsy, and would rather be too secure than end up spilling it on himself or the carpet. Or the stranger. Sipped lightly, weighing his options.

A place to people watch? Vigot eyed the chair, then the crowd, then the drink in his hands. He couldn't deny the appeal of it, to a degree. It would be worth it to blend into the furniture and let his nerves settle, avoid the crowd as much as he could while still watching the interpersonal by-play, the eddies of personal boundaries and politics informing social interaction.

And yet...

Vi turned cautiously hopeful eyes toward the stranger, one corner of his moth ticking up. "Maybe you could point me in the direction of fresh air as well? I find the crowd," he scrunched his nose, "very present." That was a tactful way to put it. He didn't want to go wandering around the grounds unsupervised, but it would take much more than the polite drinks they were serving here to smooth away the rough edge of anxiety that threatened to snap his jaw shut like a trap. One person, even one as dark as the lord before him, would be easier to handle than the crowd.

He shook himself a little then, realizing his folly. "And I've been remiss in my etiquette twice over." Tilting forward, not quite so low as a bow, he gave, "Vigot Thidrandisson, Steward to Lady Heartsbane, of the Court of Meols, Glacia."

Leon Valentin

    Tiger Eye to Purple Dusk
  • Warlord Priest
  • Played By: dergon

    Shalador Terreille
    3 Posts    0 marks
Re: Walking shadows
« Reply #4 on: November 27, 2018, 06:14:08 AM »

”You are kind to say so.” A very polite lie. It was poor manners, and dangerous, to slide from shadow to sight. Leon would have to remember to be more careful, more obvious, while strangers roamed the palace halls. Blood tempers were a delicate thing, one Leon suspected was linked to lineage, just as it was found in horses or hounds. But in beasts they called it temperament.

”You are welcome. The Lady Araceli stocks and excellent wine cellar.” The jewel of Shalador. Leon slept in her house sometimes, and haunted her archives, but he knew very little about the territory queen personally. Her bloodlines said a lot, however. With a smile for his ill at ease companion, Leon tipped his glass and shifted his book. Somewhere beyond them a chair sang against the floor. Leon’s eyes flicked toward the sound in case trouble brewed. But there was no shouting. Or bleeding.

He laughed.

”Present. Yes, that is a good word for it.” Attention diverted back. Leon nodded and turned his shoulders toward the door. ”That way.” Voice pitched low as if he were whispering a dire secret. The crowd was very present. And some were very dark. They would be a territory of sore barriers when this was over, Leon was quite certain. Glass protected by the palm of his hand, he returned the almost bow, startled from his reverie by the formal introduction.

”Priest Leon Valentin. I’m an archivist at the temple.” He lead them toward the promised door, and then out of it, into the evening air which was heavy with the scent of flowers. Twilight turned the vegetation a deep green, inky and almost black against the lengthening shadows. It stole some of the color from the blooms but none of the potency from their scent. ”Glacia is very far away.” He commented in the way of people who do not often leave home and never travel far.

”Are you enjoying Shalador?” They were very different places, Leon thought. Though his only real knowledge of Glacia was mostly based on rumor rather than study.

 

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