Post by Violet Bashar on Sept 16, 2023 0:12:51 GMT -5
(for Keelan Morrigan)
Violet had not been in Skia very long, but she had been in town long enough to hear about the occurrences during the wreathe festival. That little bit of gossip had been interesting enough that she wished to pay her distant relative a visit. Strike while the iron was hot and all that wrought.
Finding him was the only issue. Navigating the streets of Skia had been a task in itself. Luckily, she’d brought a maid with her—more for her mother’s peace of mind than her own as well as for the sake of appearances—and she’d had her maid ask around for directions until she found herself at the docks. Oh, surely the men in her family would have the conniptions of all conniptions if they knew that she was there with only a maid to vouch for her virtue. But they didn’t know she was there, and she was positive that word of her presence wouldn’t make it back since most in Skia would not know her. Since it never hurt to be cautious, she wore a nearly transparent cloak over her shoulders with the hood up. It wouldn’t be the most uncommon thing to see, even in aestas. With no sun in the sky, it could occasionally be chilly in Nevermere, especially near the ocean.
She reached Keelan’s ship later than she’d hoped, perhaps two or so hours after lunch. Would he still be in, she wondered. One way to find out. She approached and would seek out the nearest worker, waving her maid back when the woman moved to speak for her mistress.
“Excuse me,” she said, flashing the man a sweet, almost bashful smile, “Is this ship owned by Lord Keelan Morrigan?” She of course knew that he did, but the deckhand…sailor man didn’t know that, “He’s not expecting me, but I think he would like to see me,” she held her hand out to her maid who placed a small card in her mistress’s hand, “Would you give him my card? I would very much like to meet with him,” she held out the card to the deckhand.
Violet had not been in Skia very long, but she had been in town long enough to hear about the occurrences during the wreathe festival. That little bit of gossip had been interesting enough that she wished to pay her distant relative a visit. Strike while the iron was hot and all that wrought.
Finding him was the only issue. Navigating the streets of Skia had been a task in itself. Luckily, she’d brought a maid with her—more for her mother’s peace of mind than her own as well as for the sake of appearances—and she’d had her maid ask around for directions until she found herself at the docks. Oh, surely the men in her family would have the conniptions of all conniptions if they knew that she was there with only a maid to vouch for her virtue. But they didn’t know she was there, and she was positive that word of her presence wouldn’t make it back since most in Skia would not know her. Since it never hurt to be cautious, she wore a nearly transparent cloak over her shoulders with the hood up. It wouldn’t be the most uncommon thing to see, even in aestas. With no sun in the sky, it could occasionally be chilly in Nevermere, especially near the ocean.
She reached Keelan’s ship later than she’d hoped, perhaps two or so hours after lunch. Would he still be in, she wondered. One way to find out. She approached and would seek out the nearest worker, waving her maid back when the woman moved to speak for her mistress.
“Excuse me,” she said, flashing the man a sweet, almost bashful smile, “Is this ship owned by Lord Keelan Morrigan?” She of course knew that he did, but the deckhand…sailor man didn’t know that, “He’s not expecting me, but I think he would like to see me,” she held her hand out to her maid who placed a small card in her mistress’s hand, “Would you give him my card? I would very much like to meet with him,” she held out the card to the deckhand.
