Post by Firehead on Dec 15, 2010 14:50:35 GMT -5
SImone gazed up at the castle and sighed, reluctly nudging Snap forward toward the great structure. She used to not mind riding into a castle courtyard and asking after any possible messages addressed to her, but these days, she dreaded it more than getting a tooth pulled. What was there to be afraid of in a message? Well, for one, there was her Aunt, who would likely state--as she had in all her letters--that now there was absolutely no chance of Simone getting married, no one would want a woman who limped so horribly or did a mans job in a mans world, and so on and so on and--. Whatever. Simone thought with a half-smirk. Getting a letter from her Aunt probably wasn't so bad as receiving a letter from Crowley these days. Because Crowley was as predictable as her Aunt in his letters to her.
Simone stopped in the castle courtyard and tossed the reins to a nearby stableboy, flipping him a copper as well. "Just walk him around until I return." She entered the keep, and followed the corridors and a helpful servants directions to the mail room. Upon said entry, she asked if any mail had arrived for her, and gave the man her name so he could check. Three minutes later, he came up with nine letters which he handed to her.
Deciding that she would rather be out in the open air when she read them, she left the keep and castle grounds, riding for the woods. Reaching the edge of the woods, she slowed Snap to a walk, and turned her attention to her mail. Four from her Aunt, two from Crowley, one from Ben Skevlic, One from Germaine Holmes, the washer woman in Guallica, and one from....Now she could understand why Ben would want to write her, but Ringulf? What would he have to say about anything? Well sure, they knew each other from her days as a Ranger, and the Gatherings that she still attended....very reluctantly....but?
She frowned, gave a shrug, and started with her Aunt's letters. Same old, same old. Her Aunt complaining about her unmarrigable status, her Aunt complaining about her choice of profession, etc, etc, etc.
Moving on to Crowleys letters, she found just about the same thing, only without the complaints about marrige and choice of profession. His first told her that nothing new had shown up concerning her and Garret's case, while his second said more of the same along with a question of whether or not she would be showing up at the Gathering this year and if not to stop by and visit sometime. As usual--probably wanted to make sure she was doing fine in the psycological department.
She shoved Crowley's worries to the back of her mind, and opened the letter from Ben next. it consisted of two sentences: Crowley complaining to me about you. Stop avoiding him like the plauge so that he'll stop bothering me. As always; short, sweet, and to the point--that was Ben. She managed to crack a smile as she read it.
Putting it away, she went on to Germaine's letter, a nice refreshing change from the previous seven. Things were going well there, The Old Crazy Man was still alive and kicking strong, the pochers still remained uncaught--for the most part. Germaine was retiring soon and intended to live out her days as the wife of the tanner, who'd finally talked her into marrying him. As always, the neighborhood sent her their love, Germaine.
Simone was smiling again when she finished reading the letter, and she tucked that one into her belt pouch, telling herself that she would write back. She waited a few minutes, savouring the moment and relishing the memories that it brought her, before turning to her final letter--Ringulf's.
Opening it, she began to read.
Simone stopped in the castle courtyard and tossed the reins to a nearby stableboy, flipping him a copper as well. "Just walk him around until I return." She entered the keep, and followed the corridors and a helpful servants directions to the mail room. Upon said entry, she asked if any mail had arrived for her, and gave the man her name so he could check. Three minutes later, he came up with nine letters which he handed to her.
Deciding that she would rather be out in the open air when she read them, she left the keep and castle grounds, riding for the woods. Reaching the edge of the woods, she slowed Snap to a walk, and turned her attention to her mail. Four from her Aunt, two from Crowley, one from Ben Skevlic, One from Germaine Holmes, the washer woman in Guallica, and one from....Now she could understand why Ben would want to write her, but Ringulf? What would he have to say about anything? Well sure, they knew each other from her days as a Ranger, and the Gatherings that she still attended....very reluctantly....but?
She frowned, gave a shrug, and started with her Aunt's letters. Same old, same old. Her Aunt complaining about her unmarrigable status, her Aunt complaining about her choice of profession, etc, etc, etc.
Moving on to Crowleys letters, she found just about the same thing, only without the complaints about marrige and choice of profession. His first told her that nothing new had shown up concerning her and Garret's case, while his second said more of the same along with a question of whether or not she would be showing up at the Gathering this year and if not to stop by and visit sometime. As usual--probably wanted to make sure she was doing fine in the psycological department.
She shoved Crowley's worries to the back of her mind, and opened the letter from Ben next. it consisted of two sentences: Crowley complaining to me about you. Stop avoiding him like the plauge so that he'll stop bothering me. As always; short, sweet, and to the point--that was Ben. She managed to crack a smile as she read it.
Putting it away, she went on to Germaine's letter, a nice refreshing change from the previous seven. Things were going well there, The Old Crazy Man was still alive and kicking strong, the pochers still remained uncaught--for the most part. Germaine was retiring soon and intended to live out her days as the wife of the tanner, who'd finally talked her into marrying him. As always, the neighborhood sent her their love, Germaine.
Simone was smiling again when she finished reading the letter, and she tucked that one into her belt pouch, telling herself that she would write back. She waited a few minutes, savouring the moment and relishing the memories that it brought her, before turning to her final letter--Ringulf's.
Opening it, she began to read.