Post by UmbraSight on Feb 21, 2021 20:28:46 GMT
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The moon hung low in the dark sky, cast a silver glow to dew tipped blades of grass which stirred in the early morning breeze. Light shone through the windows of Wolf Row as servants hurried to prepare the day for their masters and mistresses, and the light illuminated the skyline of the city with a pale glow. The park through which the two hurried, Camelia at the lead with one of Aurora’s thin hands grasped firmly within her own, had little in the way of cover, a blessing and curse in its own right. Trees has been planted in an orderly manner, bushes trimmed to an exacting degree, statues to kings or queens for some former glory set into paved clearings.
Few places for an ambusher to hide, and fewer still for the two of them to seek refuge.
Camelia was glad for it, though because she was finding focus to be fleeting. Her nose was filled with the sweet smell of iron from her own blood, she could still feel the phantom taste of the Child of Reflection’s neck, the bone deep throbbing in her chest and a constant sharpness in her side all vying for her attention.
Promise of rest was temptation enough to keep her mind off distractions.
“We’re almost there, it’s just past that gate.” Camelia spoke in a hushed tone. She looked back over her shoulder, her amber eyes looking down to Aurora. “If you thought Wolf Row was impressive, you’ll love this.” Camelia smiled, a sudden flash of teeth which vanished from her lips as quickly as it had come.
The railing of the fence seemed to grow out of the surrounding line of bushes like strange slender plants, each post topped with long bladed spear tips to deter would be invaders. If this threat was heeded at all, it wasn’t by the conspiracy of crows which watched the two as they approach from their pointy perches.
Maybe she had lost too much blood.
“Halt! State your business!” A male voice called as the two approached the gate. A tall man dressed in the golds and blues of the duke’s coat of arms stepped forward. His stern expression seemed to soften quickly as his eyes flicked down to Aurora, and his hand dropped away from the sword on his belt. “Getting into bar fights now, Camelia?” He asked. He rapped a knuckle against the gate, and a moment later there was a metallic clunk before it swung open.
The guard’s hand vanished into a side pocket before appearing with a small candy wrapped in wax paper. He held the candy out for Aurora to take with a smile.
“Don’t let her push you around none little missy. She’s not as mean as she acts,” He said, before looking back up to Camelia, “the Duke’ll be taking his breakfast right now, you two sure look like you could do with some food. Head on it, Lucas’ll lead you to the manner.” He finished with a wave of his hand.
The moon hung low in the dark sky, cast a silver glow to dew tipped blades of grass which stirred in the early morning breeze. Light shone through the windows of Wolf Row as servants hurried to prepare the day for their masters and mistresses, and the light illuminated the skyline of the city with a pale glow. The park through which the two hurried, Camelia at the lead with one of Aurora’s thin hands grasped firmly within her own, had little in the way of cover, a blessing and curse in its own right. Trees has been planted in an orderly manner, bushes trimmed to an exacting degree, statues to kings or queens for some former glory set into paved clearings.
Few places for an ambusher to hide, and fewer still for the two of them to seek refuge.
Camelia was glad for it, though because she was finding focus to be fleeting. Her nose was filled with the sweet smell of iron from her own blood, she could still feel the phantom taste of the Child of Reflection’s neck, the bone deep throbbing in her chest and a constant sharpness in her side all vying for her attention.
Promise of rest was temptation enough to keep her mind off distractions.
“We’re almost there, it’s just past that gate.” Camelia spoke in a hushed tone. She looked back over her shoulder, her amber eyes looking down to Aurora. “If you thought Wolf Row was impressive, you’ll love this.” Camelia smiled, a sudden flash of teeth which vanished from her lips as quickly as it had come.
The railing of the fence seemed to grow out of the surrounding line of bushes like strange slender plants, each post topped with long bladed spear tips to deter would be invaders. If this threat was heeded at all, it wasn’t by the conspiracy of crows which watched the two as they approach from their pointy perches.
Maybe she had lost too much blood.
“Halt! State your business!” A male voice called as the two approached the gate. A tall man dressed in the golds and blues of the duke’s coat of arms stepped forward. His stern expression seemed to soften quickly as his eyes flicked down to Aurora, and his hand dropped away from the sword on his belt. “Getting into bar fights now, Camelia?” He asked. He rapped a knuckle against the gate, and a moment later there was a metallic clunk before it swung open.
The guard’s hand vanished into a side pocket before appearing with a small candy wrapped in wax paper. He held the candy out for Aurora to take with a smile.
“Don’t let her push you around none little missy. She’s not as mean as she acts,” He said, before looking back up to Camelia, “the Duke’ll be taking his breakfast right now, you two sure look like you could do with some food. Head on it, Lucas’ll lead you to the manner.” He finished with a wave of his hand.
