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Silas Ardun
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« Thread Started on Nov 30, 2008, 5:16am » | |
The horses flanks heaved, sunlight glinting off the smooth horse hair of the pure bred stallion as both horse and rider all by flew across the plain outside of the capital city of Andor. Hoyt, the horse that raced across the ground with ground eating strides, was glorious, a rich gray, perfection in horse flesh. But of course his rider only used the best. For he was noble and he would have what was due to him always.
The urge to gallop gone out of both the rider and the horse though, and the hands on the reins drew up, strong, capable hands encased in buttery leather riding gloves. Piercing blue gray eyes swept the area around him, yet there was nothing of any importance to be seen. His father had sent him here, to the Queen's court, to waste time away and in a way to punish him. However Silas Ardun did not view being banished to Andor's royal court as punishment for the most part.
After all, the women here were more plentiful, and more ready to fall into his bed easily. Not that many women of any sane mind refused the young lord, and at the thought of the lovely brunette who had shared his bed the night before a smirk graced the almost pouting lips that somehow still held all the strength of a man, with sinful promise of pleasures. His whole face, the tousled locks of hair, lean body, would catch any women's eyes, and the moment they heard his voice, the rich, deep melodious sound, well, there wasn't much fight left in them. He did so enjoy holding them in his thrall, puny things that they were.
His muscled legs worked with his hands as he guided Hoyt back into the city, waving idly at the guards, his dark peru brown shirt quiet ruffled now, the collar hanging open to reveal a peek at the tawny skin that swept beneath it, flawless as was his face. The shirt perhaps would have been worse off if not for the vest that lay over it, black and sensible, like the breeches that clad his powerful legs. The leather of his boots gleamed in the sun on the lower portion of his lean body, reaching up to his knees.
Silas knew he cut a very dashing figure as he rode through the city, in clothes of casual disarray, yet obvious fine quality, with a face that could not be ignored and the flash of his cornet upon his forehead beneath the dishevel of his hair.
Tonight would be another rather boring dinner, but there was that lovely blond lady in waiting to try and seduce away for a moment of a private harp playing, granted he planned more to be playing upon the ladies strings then his own instruments, and the wine should be good. Ah the joys of being a noble. And to think, his father had wanted him to sulk, perhaps he should misbehave more often. A smile split his face, one with a smugness and selfishness that somehow would have still appealed to any female; ah the spoils, what a delightful life if this was punishment. Because really, following the rules was so dull.
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Tobias Trakand
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« Reply #1 on Dec 5, 2008, 11:18pm » | |
Tobias did not loath the out of doors because he refused to interact with nature. He loathed it because he simply did not fit into it. For instance, the climate as of late seemed to be against him. The scorching heat from the sun beat down on him while his dark clothes absorbed the heat, irritating his pale skin that was used to neither sun nor heat. And why was he outside? His niece wished to go riding with him. Tallera had explained that he spent far too much time inside and not nearly enough time with her. Despite being her uncle, Tobias felt more like her older brother at times like this. This was the situation from his point of view. Tallera, on the other hand seemed to see him as one of her small, female confidants. At the moment, she was gossipping about how a certain noble lad had been giving her what she called "smiling eyes". Only the Light knew what that meant. The girl had become somewhat immune to his snips and insults, after all, she had known him all her life. So he saved them up for opportune moments.
"Tallera. I've seen that boy. He smiles at everyone," the young lord began, growing weary of her chatter. "He even smiles at his enemies, I'm beginning to think that his face may be stuck in that expression. You should try insulting him, he might smile even more!" Tobias grinned a lopsided grin and looked at the fourteen year old girl from the corner of his eye. She scowled at him. That was a look that none of the younglings around the Court ever saw from her.
As the two neared the palace gates, Tobias spied a rather strikingly handsome man on horseback. He saw no guards around the boy, but by his manner of dress, he concluded that he was a noble from another land...perhaps Ghealdan? "My, he is rather beautiful..." Tallera said from the side. He may have just found the perfect excuse to escape this mindless prattle with the girl. Turning to her, he shooed her away, saying that he would tend to the guest and greet him. And just when he thought she would cross her arms and argue with him, the smiling young boy that they had been gossipping about showed up and struck up a formal conversation.
He waved to her as she shot him one more stern look. Tobias chuckled a bit before turning the horse toward the gates. Upon looking more directly out of the gates, Tobias recognized the approaching man as Lord Silas Ardun. He had met the boy in passing, but had not really interacted with him past that. He seemed a rather smug bastard just like himself, but in his own way, of course. The guards turned to him and nodded in acknowledgement. Yes, this was just exactly what he needed to stay away from his niece.
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Merracia Gymorraine
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« Reply #2 on Dec 7, 2008, 8:20pm » | |
“Jonathan, dear…” Merracia said conversationally as she rode along side her oldest grandson. “Remind me when we get home to write to your Aunt Leala.”
”Yes, Grandmother.” The fifteen-year-old smiled brightly as he nodded. “Are you two still discussing embroidery?”
“Yes.” Merracia nodded. “She’s having a bit of trouble with the colors on her latest endeavor. I told her I would do my best to assist her.” She really did hate to lie to her grandson, but it was better if only she and Leala knew what their letters were really about. She was hoping to distract him before he asked for any details. He usually didn’t, but sometimes Jonathan could be quite curious. Thankfully, Jonathan managed to distract himself.
”Grandmother, isn’t that Lady Tallera?”
“Why yes, my dear, I believe it is.” Merracia almost laughed outright when her young grandson hurried over. He was quite fond of the girl, and Merracia could tell it was mutual. She continued along at her casual pace, allowing the young pair to speak for a moment. When she finally approached, she was not surprised to see that the smile on her grandson’s face had grown. He was always a happy young man, but it seemed he smiled far more when Tallera was around. At last she approached them.
“My, my, you two seem quite friendly…” Merracia observed with a chuckle. “Good day Tallera.” She smiled fondly. “I do hope you are well today.” She allowed the girl to answer, and listened vaguely as she rattled on about something or another. Merracia’s eyes roamed and she spotted Tallera’s uncle, Tobias speaking with a nobleman from another country. She decided as soon as she could politely leave the conversation she was currently in, she would go over and speak with the men. She was sure that she, as well as the two young teens near her, would all be much happier if she were conversing elsewhere.
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Silas Ardun
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« Reply #3 on Dec 7, 2008, 10:24pm » | |
He really didn't want to be bothered but apparently the young noble man approaching him was seeking to avoid someone else and Silas wasn't a bastard enough to leave him. He knew all too well about wanting to avoid people within the courts of the royals. After all hadn't he gone riding to get away from the hanger ons that had come with him to Andor?
The hot tempered male simply watched the other man that was approaching him, a smirk on his lips, he drew up Hoyt, stopping the stallion completely as he stripped off his fine leather gloves, flexing his hands. They were a touch hot after a afternoon spent encased by leather but that only meant it would soften his hands more, making his father happy. After all callus' were beneath a noble.
He balled up the gloves and stuffed them though the waist band of his pants. "Hello my fellow lord in torment, isn't it a lovely afternoon to be bothered by family members." Silas nodded, gesturing toward the girl Tobias had just left. "If you were seeking a riding partner I fear I must decline, I've given Hoyt a good work out today already."
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Tobias Trakand
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« Reply #4 on Dec 9, 2008, 10:38pm » | |
"Hello my fellow lord in torment, isn't it a lovely afternoon to be bothered by family members. If you were seeking a riding partner I fear I must decline, I've given Hoyt a good work out today already."
"Good day to you, as well, Lord Ardun," Tobias said with a friendly chuckle to what the young man had said. A lovely day it was, indeed. Dark clothes and leather coupled with black hair were certainly not what any normal person, noble or no, would wear on such a hot day. Perhaps it was simply too much of a "lovely" day for him. "Ah. The girl is one of my only remaining family members. Perhaps I'm a touch soft around her. I am Tobias Trakand, it's a pleasure to see you again, Lord Ardun," he said, following where the boy led his horse.
The pale nobleman shook his head full of long, black hair. "Truly, I wished to return to the secruity of the indoors," he explained. "My niece had a different idea, though," he added dryly. The beast that Tobias was riding at the moment was a black stallion loaner from his great-grandfather. The Trakand House still had many horses in the stables that belonged to no one else, so he saw no need to have bought a horse seperately for himself. The horse that Tallera was riding was the mare that her mother had owned before she passed away.
Tallera's fair skin took on a deep blush when Jonathon approached her, but the blush deepened when his grandmother accompanied them. “My, my, you two seem quite friendly…” The girl wanted to explain that they were simply talking, but Jonathon hadn't said anything, really. She did not want to show the wrong side to this woman. She was a good ally to the Trakand House whether or not her uncle saw it that way. At least she got along with him. However, all this did not stop the embarrassment, and before she could open her mouth to explain coherently, she began to giggle, and what came out was, "Good day to you, Lord and Lady Gymorraine...I...I mean...I did mean to imply that you are married, I...I um..." She cleared her throat, the bloody blush refusing to go away. "G-good day."
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Merracia Gymorraine
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« Reply #5 on Dec 10, 2008, 1:41pm » | |
Merracia gave a small laugh. “It’s quite alright, dear. I’ll leave you two to talk. I was hoping to speak with your uncle.” She gave a polite nod of the head to the two. “You two enjoy your conversation. I shall see you two soon.”She smiled fondly at them, not missing Tallera’s blush, and the pink tinge creeping across Jonathan’s ears and seeping into his cheeks
”I apologize, Lady Tallera…” Jonathan spoke in a soft voice. “My grandmother…means well…” His blush deepened slightly. “I hope you’ve been well today…” He muttered with a small smile.
Urging the mare, Annalyse’s, over to where Tobias and Silas were speaking, she gave a polite nod. “Good morning, Lord Tobias. I do hope you are doing well.” She gave her friend a warm smile. Had they been standing, instead of on horseback, she would’ve embraced him, thinking of him much like the son she and Jacob never had. She had been good friends with his Great-Grandfather for some time now, so it was no surprise she liked the young Lord so much. She turned er warm, friendly gaze on Silas.”And you too, Lord Ardun. I am Merracia Gymorraine. We met before, but it is always a pleasure to make one’s acquaintance again.”
She glanced toward the castle. It really was a bit too war for all of the layers of clothing her status as a Noble demanded, for the sake of proper decorum. She would be quite happy to curl up in a simple linen gown with a good book. Dismissing the thought, as she knew it would never happen, she smiled faintly at the two men. “You wouldn’t mind if we headed inside, would you?” She asked with a nod to the castle. “I’m afraid I’m not as young as I used to be.” Her smile betrayed that she could hold her own, even after sixty years. “Besides, this heat must be causing you such misery, Lord Tobias…and no doubt Lord Ardun is quite tired after his trip…” She looked over to Jonathan and Tallera. “I believe those two are capable of taking care of themselves for now…”
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