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Author Topic: Woeful Winter Weather  (Read 1906 times)

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Kaeden Sanzer

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Woeful Winter Weather
« on: February 20, 2016, 04:23:40 PM »
Winter in the mountains had not been the best idea, Kaeden had decided. When the weather had been warmer, and coming from much warmer climes in general, it had sounded like an interesting break from the norm. Now, he was sick of cold. And damp. And snow. Even the mountains were decidedly less beautiful now than when he and Marina had first arrived in the Province's capital.

The plan had been a nice, winter getaway with just him and Marina. He had felt like his family was closing in around him again, badgering him this way and that, and the prospect of being somewhere else for a while had been immensely appealing. Using the excuse of a birthday celebration (which would have tipped off his sister, at least, to his feelings; he was not overly fond of birthday celebrations, especially his own) he had spirited Marina and himself off to the island Territory of Scelt. It had been well into autumn when they'd arrived, and the mountains had been so lovely in the distance. They had decided that perhaps finding a town to winter in and perhaps take in some of the scenery was a good idea. Or, at the very least, Marina had gone along with his suggestion to do as such.

Kaeden just hadn't counted on winter being quite so... wintery.

That and Marina had come down with a mild cold around Winsol, which was when they had realized that they were more or less stuck in the mountains until it got warmer. It had taken her a few weeks to recover entirely, and most of the time Kaeden had been doing his best to both take care of her and not get sick himself. By the time she'd recovered, she was stir-crazy from being inside for so long, which for the Priestess was quite a feat.

Additionally, Kaeden was grumpy about the weather, books didn't seem to hold his attention as they usually did, and the townhouse they'd rented for the last few months was not large. Having finally gotten annoyed with Kaeden's grumblings, Marina had more or less kicked him out of the house just so he'd stop bothering her reading.

Bundling himself up in a thick, dark winter coat and a brightly colored, long, warm scarf, Kaeden had pointed himself in the direction of Ceydr's market district. He and Marina had wandered through some of the shops a few times when the weather had been nice, but he hadn't been focused on what the shops were selling so much as the company he was with at the time. This time, with nothing else to distract him, he let himself appraise the selection of goods found in the Province Seat in the mountains.

Despite everything, he was the son of a prominent merchant family and had grown up in the middle of a Territory Seat surrounded by all the gilt and glitter that came with the Blood's aristo class. Just because he preferred hiding in his stacks of books did nothing to change all the education and training that had been hammered into his head from a young age.

He stayed in shops as long as he could; inside being far better than outside in terms of warmth, but there was only so long that he could stand to mindlessly peruse shelves when he had no intention of actually buying anything.

The shops weren't crowded, but neither were they empty. It was just enough people, generally, that the Prince could fade away from the minds of the shopkeepers and their assistants, left to his thoughts. The other patrons paid him little mind, as well.

Though perhaps he had paid too little attention to his surroundings, let his mind go too far afield, because he had not noticed that a small coin-purse had managed to work its way up and out of his pocket and onto the floor.

Marcus Rennes

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Re: Woeful Winter Weather
« Reply #1 on: March 28, 2016, 04:18:34 PM »
Ceydr's population were sensible folk: in the grip of winter's worst, all but those with the most dire of need didn't venture afield. With the season's reach on Scelt only beginning to cement its tyranny, though, there were a fair number about, Marcus noted. The Province Steward among them - although he, too, had yielded to practicality.

The collar of the dense, dark grey wool coat had been flipped up to brush his jaw. Beneath it, a scarf completed the task of warming his throat. Sturdy brown leather gloves (lined, out of necessity) kept the working man's hands warm. He hadn't bothered to shuck any of the outer-wear as he ducked into the general store. The stationary there lacked the frills and fine details that the exclusively stationary shop offered, but that suited the Warlord just fine. All he needed was to replace his paper supply. And wax for his seal of office. And ink. And - ugh, if heh ad thought about it, he might have made a list.

Blinking bemusedly at the bag he found himself with, Marcus only sighed. It was emblematic of his life. He thought it was simply one thing but somehow, it always compounded into multiple concerns. Mother Night. It was irritating.

If he were a distractible type, Marcus might have lost himself in thoughts (..complaints, more accurately) of the First Circle. Between he and the castle's butler, he was certain that the two males had managed to garner more skill in damage control than any male late in his prime ever should have. It was a fleeting thought though, as the Steward's focus turned itself outward as it was wont to do.

Fortune favored him in his attention, as he noticed a man's coin-purse fall to the floor. "Ah," the male interjected, voice slightly gruff. Clearing the distance in two strides, Marcus had retrieved the purse from the floor. Straightening, he looked at the other male - Prince, he noted. Likely not Sceltan, with his complexion. Scholarly? Possible. Could be deceptive, but likely, he thought, rapidly assessing the younger man.

"This would be yours, Prince." And a gloved hand turned over, opening palm-up to offer it back to the male.

Kaeden Sanzer

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Re: Woeful Winter Weather
« Reply #2 on: April 13, 2016, 11:07:50 PM »
At first, Kaeden didn't realize that anyone was talking to him. It wasn't until the older man had addressed him - Prince, just the caste, but it was enough - that Kaeden caught on. He looked over, expression carefully guarded behind his spectacles, glancing from the man to what he held and then back again.

He turned more fully towards the older man. A Warlord, he noted absently. Slowly, Kaeden reached out his hand to take the purse back.

"Thank you, Lord," he said, sounding a little unsure of himself. At least he managed to not sound grumpy. He hadn't even noticed that his coin purse had fallen out of his pocket. A small part of his mind was entertaining the possibility that it hadn't, but logic told him not to listen very closely because there hadn't been anyone nearby, anyway.

After another moment, the Prince gave the man a small smile and a nod of thanks. Before he turned away, though, there was a small noise from his stomach and he spoke again.

"I... don't suppose you would know anywhere good around here to have a bite to eat," he said, feeling a little sheepish for asking. Now that he thought about it for a moment, he hadn't had anything to eat since very early that morning. He blamed the weather for his having woken up far earlier than usual, and when it became apparent he wasn't about to fall back asleep, he'd gone to nibble on something for breakfast. Perhaps, he realized quite belatedly, his hunger had also contributed to his mood earlier, as well.

Marcus Rennes

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Re: Woeful Winter Weather
« Reply #3 on: December 19, 2016, 11:19:21 AM »
Marcus peered at the young male for a moment longer as the bespectacled stranger took a moment to respond. Shoving his hands back in his pockets (despite his workmanlike gloves, his mother hadn't raised him a fool: if he could keep his hands less exposed, he certainly would) the Steward grinned at the stranger.

He wasn't familiar with this young male. Ceydr wasn't small enough that he should know everyone, but the Warlord typically was kept abreast of the more interesting comings and goings. At least, that's what those at Court knew: the male's personal network of informants was more vast and more thorough than anyone gave him credit for.

"Not staying at the inn, eh?"

For a moment longer Marcus scrutinized the Prince. It wasn't a particularly hostile expression, but the thoroughness with which the Warlord perused the blond male was meticulous. The seriousness of the male's actions melted away in a matter of seconds though, as he grinned.

"Makes it easy." Stepping to the side, he nodded his head at the stranger. "They've got a good lunch option for days like this: quiet on the street so's likely that it'll be busy inside, if you don't mind a crowd. It's just down the street a ways." Marcus paused, good humor still brightening his weathered features - at least, what could be seen of them behind the raised collar of his coat. "They keep a table for me, so even if it's full up we can get in, if you'd like to join me, Prince-?"

His attention was diverted as the shop clerk waved at him and Marcus nodded back. It wasn't but a handful of seconds before his focus was back on his newfound acquaintance and potential lunch partner - ah. That.

"I'm Marcus. Marcus Rennes."

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Re: Woeful Winter Weather
« Reply #4 on: December 19, 2016, 06:58:28 PM »
Kaeden hid his mild annoyance at the Warlord's scrutinizing look behind a mask of amicability. He had to remind himself that he wasn't at home, that he stood out more here and couldn't immediately identify Scelt's elite like he could in Chaillot. The Prince stood up a little straighter, his natural response to that sort of scrutiny.

"No," Kaeden confirmed. "My companion and I planned on staying the winter, so we rented a townhouse instead."

It was, by all accounts, much more information than he needed to give, but he felt some unconscious need to justify his actions. The Warlord was about as different from Kaeden's father as a man could get, but there was still something about that look that had the same sort of effect.

An easy lunch option was certainly tempting. Though Kaeden would have preferred somewhere that was less busy, it would be easy enough to retreat into a corner and disappear in the time it took to eat and warm up again. But then the Warlord offered to dine with him, and a guaranteed table was a good bargaining chip. And the man had just returned his coin-purse to him.

In the seconds that the Warlord turned to greet some acquaintance or other, Kaeden made up his mind. His expression went from amicable to genuinely friendly as the older man turned around again and introduced himself.

"Kaeden Sanzer," he replied, inclining his head respectfully. "I would be happy to join you at the inn, Lord Rennes, especially if I may express my gratitude for returning this--" he gestured with the hand holding the coin-purse "--to me by paying for the meal."

It was a small thing to Kaeden, but sometimes it was the small kindnesses that mattered.

Marcus Rennes

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Re: Woeful Winter Weather
« Reply #5 on: December 20, 2016, 12:15:04 PM »
It didn't take more than a moment for Marcus's attention to refocus onto the target of his interest. Despite the interruption from the shop keeper (a list, the Steward thought absently - next time he would come with a list) the Warlord's current company was intriguing enough to keep him happily occupied for at least a while on a cold afternoon. It was a relief.

"Just Marcus," he replied comfortably as he moved towards the door. Clearly he wasn't a stickler for Protocol. Decency, yes. Manners, yes. But following etiquette to the letter? His roughened palms and chapped, weathered face indicated that he had spent more years in something that must have been physical. Refined mannerisms when he didn't have to? Pah.

"And you can buy the food," Marcus grinned, "but I'll buy the drinks. They hide the good stuff in a lower shelf, anyway. But they've never been able to keep it from me!"

Good nature aside, the Warlord shoved open the door to the street, leading the way for the foreign Prince behind him. Amicably good nature paved the way as he held the door open for Kaeden Sanzer, Marcus noted, blue eyes sharpened with the intent of impressing that one to memory. He could find out more about this male easily enough although, it was clear that if he asked politely enough he stood to at least get something of an answer.

Companion? Well, if the Prince's companion were anything as striking as he, Marcus supposed his people would at least be able to pin down who he was asking about. Platinum blondes weren't so cheap for the mark in Scelt.

"Dunno if it's the neighborhood where you're renting, but Ceydr's historic district is nice," Marcus offered behind the collar of his coat. The door banged shut behind them. "Older architecture compared to what we've got now. We're not a terribly large city, despite being the Province Seat - the Queen's residence is the oldest permanent structure I know of. But the historic neighborhood near the square's not much younger. Worth an afternoon." He paused his speech as the wind cut through him. Grunting, Marcus rolled his shoulders and brought them closer to his ears.

"At least, on a day when the wind isn't cutting like this. These afternoons are for food and drink."

And ignoring the paperwork that was stacked upon his desk.

Kaeden Sanzer

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Re: Woeful Winter Weather
« Reply #6 on: December 20, 2016, 03:44:05 PM »
Kaeden inclined his head in understanding. If one of them was going to dispense with the formalities, then they might as well both. Besides, it would have felt strange for the older man to be calling him by title while the younger spoke casually. It happened at home, sometimes, but once again, he knew better where he stood in society there. "Then please, just call me Kaeden."

Again, Kaeden inclined his head, his smile politely echoing the sentiment of the Warlord's grin. Truthfully, the older man already baffled the Prince a little bit. But his good cheer had something of the desired effect, and Kaeden could feel his grumpiness slowly crumbling away.

He muttered a "thank you" as he passed through the door and back out into the cold. His hands were stuffed into his pockets after pulling up his scarf around his face. A small warming spell inside his coat kept the wind from cutting through it too much, but as he didn't want to drain his energy, it wasn't as strong as he would have liked. 

"Ah, no, I believe we're a bit east of there," Kaeden replied, equally muffled by his scarf. "We've walked through part of it, but not enough to really call it exploring."

The wind gusted strong enough to render his spell nearly obsolete, and he shivered.

"I would also very much to be indoors on a day like this," the Prince agreed.

He certainly wouldn't have chosen that day to do any exploring on his own had it not been for Marina telling him to go do something. A small bit of grumpiness returned at the thought of Marina nicely bundled up in blankets with a hot drink and a pile of books. Sick or not, it was unfair.

Not wanting to send his thoughts too far down that track, Kaeden turned his attention to his erstwhile companion and took a closer look at him. While Kaeden wouldn't have given him more than a passing glance at any other time, Marcus was not some common laborer. His coat was decent, not threadbare at all; his shoes were of good quality. The man was hardly aristocratic, especially to Kaeden's standards, but it was clear that he had means. A curious person.

As another gust of wind cut through his spell, he hoped that they were almost to the inn. He wished he had asked how far away it was before he'd agreed to go.