Ymiden 21, Arc 721
On the 21st of Ymiden, Devin Thorn, medical genius in progress, masterful bard and priest of Delroth rode up the beach and towards Hopetoun on his magnificent new mount that was either a Scalvwing with goat parts or a goat with Scalvwing parts, depending on how you looked at it. He rode somewhat slowly, both because he was just not a very good rider yet (He planned on mastering riding as well as every other skill out there; he was sure that he would be able to because he was a Mortalborn and would live forever!) and because he wanted to admire the scenery. It was just such a lovely summer trial!
The sky was blue, the sand was orange, the trees were still green rather than brown, dry and half-dead, and the sun was … yellowish? Devin didn’t look too closely at the sun because he didn’t want to damage his eyes. They were very nice and special eyes because they were mutated eyes. Either way, he was enjoying himself thoroughly at the moment. Faldrass was like a dream come true. He’d always, always wanted to be a noble and rich and famous, and now he was all that, and he was just absolutely glorious!
He wasn’t even afraid of the volcano anymore!
Eventually, he pushed his legs into his goat’s sides slightly and closed the distance between him and Hopetoun. He wasn’t going there for fun, after all, but more or less because of official business!
The fact that he owned a winged goat had become pretty much common knowledge in Scalvoris at this point; a few of the settlers still stared when he arrived though. He dismounted, and bowed, one hand in the center of his chest and a radiant smile on his face, before he led his goat somewhere safe in order to make sure it wouldn’t be able to run (Not that it usually did – it was a very well-trained goat!) and gave it something to eat and drink so that it wouldn’t get hungry or thirsty while he took care of what he had come for.
Having done that, he got the cardboard box that had previously been secured behind the saddle and then he went looking for the person that he needed. Since he was in Hopetoun on official business, he was dressed to the nines. He was wearing very fine sky-blue pants and a matching vest, because blue was in fashion that season. His vest wasn’t just any vest though, it was embroidered with shimmering silver thread and decorated with pretty little feathers. Underneath the vest was a white silk shirt, and over it was a silver body chain (Made of real silver, of course!).
He was also wearing black leather boots, fine, but undeniably sturdy black leather boots that were appropriate for riding as well as walking around in not entirely civilized places because he was vain, but definitely not stupid. Wearing high-heeled shoes or some other sort of extravagant footwear in a somewhat uncivilized place could lead to you getting stuck in the mud, falling, getting hurt and becoming ugly in the process, it made sitting in the saddle noticeably more uncomfortable – and besides you couldn’t run from the monsters very well in high heels.
There were definitely monsters somewhere!
Carrying the box with both hands so that he wouldn’t accidentally drop it and damage the contents, the Mortalborn who also had three shimmering feathers in his hair walked around, turning his head left and right until he saw a woman that looked kind of like the one that he was looking for. So, without further ado, he smiled and walked up to Vega, set the box down and extended a hand with fingers that ended in black nails (grafted, not natural).
“Devin Thorn, Baron Smooglenuff”, he introduced himself in a chipper tone of voice. “I sent word that I would be visiting beforehand. I’m looking for someone to make benches for me, great benches, and I heard that you are an incredibly skilled woodworker. There’s a gift for you in this box here, because Saoire is the Immortal of Gifts and because you should give someone that you meet for the first time something nice in my opinion. Unless you are not Vega Creede?” he asked as something suddenly occurred to him and raised a perfectly groomed black eyebrow slightly.
“You can still open the box, take a look and have a piece if you aren’t Vega Creede because I don’t know you either”, he decided because he was in quite a good and generous mood that trial and grinned slightly.
If Vega opened the box, she would subsequently find herself looking at a cake. It wasn’t just any cake though. It was a chocolate cake that Devin had decided to improve by covering it with copious amounts of frosting, chocolate shavings, sprinkles and pieces of candied cherries, lemons and oranges.
If Vega didn’t open the box on the other hand, for whatever reason, then it would just be a random box with more or less mysterious contents!
On the 21st of Ymiden, Devin Thorn, medical genius in progress, masterful bard and priest of Delroth rode up the beach and towards Hopetoun on his magnificent new mount that was either a Scalvwing with goat parts or a goat with Scalvwing parts, depending on how you looked at it. He rode somewhat slowly, both because he was just not a very good rider yet (He planned on mastering riding as well as every other skill out there; he was sure that he would be able to because he was a Mortalborn and would live forever!) and because he wanted to admire the scenery. It was just such a lovely summer trial!
The sky was blue, the sand was orange, the trees were still green rather than brown, dry and half-dead, and the sun was … yellowish? Devin didn’t look too closely at the sun because he didn’t want to damage his eyes. They were very nice and special eyes because they were mutated eyes. Either way, he was enjoying himself thoroughly at the moment. Faldrass was like a dream come true. He’d always, always wanted to be a noble and rich and famous, and now he was all that, and he was just absolutely glorious!
He wasn’t even afraid of the volcano anymore!
Eventually, he pushed his legs into his goat’s sides slightly and closed the distance between him and Hopetoun. He wasn’t going there for fun, after all, but more or less because of official business!
The fact that he owned a winged goat had become pretty much common knowledge in Scalvoris at this point; a few of the settlers still stared when he arrived though. He dismounted, and bowed, one hand in the center of his chest and a radiant smile on his face, before he led his goat somewhere safe in order to make sure it wouldn’t be able to run (Not that it usually did – it was a very well-trained goat!) and gave it something to eat and drink so that it wouldn’t get hungry or thirsty while he took care of what he had come for.
Having done that, he got the cardboard box that had previously been secured behind the saddle and then he went looking for the person that he needed. Since he was in Hopetoun on official business, he was dressed to the nines. He was wearing very fine sky-blue pants and a matching vest, because blue was in fashion that season. His vest wasn’t just any vest though, it was embroidered with shimmering silver thread and decorated with pretty little feathers. Underneath the vest was a white silk shirt, and over it was a silver body chain (Made of real silver, of course!).
He was also wearing black leather boots, fine, but undeniably sturdy black leather boots that were appropriate for riding as well as walking around in not entirely civilized places because he was vain, but definitely not stupid. Wearing high-heeled shoes or some other sort of extravagant footwear in a somewhat uncivilized place could lead to you getting stuck in the mud, falling, getting hurt and becoming ugly in the process, it made sitting in the saddle noticeably more uncomfortable – and besides you couldn’t run from the monsters very well in high heels.
There were definitely monsters somewhere!
Carrying the box with both hands so that he wouldn’t accidentally drop it and damage the contents, the Mortalborn who also had three shimmering feathers in his hair walked around, turning his head left and right until he saw a woman that looked kind of like the one that he was looking for. So, without further ado, he smiled and walked up to Vega, set the box down and extended a hand with fingers that ended in black nails (grafted, not natural).
“Devin Thorn, Baron Smooglenuff”, he introduced himself in a chipper tone of voice. “I sent word that I would be visiting beforehand. I’m looking for someone to make benches for me, great benches, and I heard that you are an incredibly skilled woodworker. There’s a gift for you in this box here, because Saoire is the Immortal of Gifts and because you should give someone that you meet for the first time something nice in my opinion. Unless you are not Vega Creede?” he asked as something suddenly occurred to him and raised a perfectly groomed black eyebrow slightly.
“You can still open the box, take a look and have a piece if you aren’t Vega Creede because I don’t know you either”, he decided because he was in quite a good and generous mood that trial and grinned slightly.
If Vega opened the box, she would subsequently find herself looking at a cake. It wasn’t just any cake though. It was a chocolate cake that Devin had decided to improve by covering it with copious amounts of frosting, chocolate shavings, sprinkles and pieces of candied cherries, lemons and oranges.
If Vega didn’t open the box on the other hand, for whatever reason, then it would just be a random box with more or less mysterious contents!
