Moving back to Antiva was happening earlier than expected, but the growing failure of the wards protecting Orlais were slowly but surely failing. Adaria could sense it in the magic, sensitive as she was and warning her aunt that she should sell up and leave quickly before the markets fell and she left the land in a poor state, burdened by an unsellable, inhospitable city. Francesco would have chuckled at the economics of it and it seemed only fitting to weasel out a small fortune from the Frogs for no risk. If anyone came biting at their heels over it, Adaria had told her to send them her way.
A bulk of the large items had already made their ways to Mica’s new estate back in Antiva though Adaria was carefully watching as the staff removed her things, quietly fretting over the pieces she really cared for like her mechanical puzzles. She feared they would lose pieces and when there was a crucial point in the mens handling the tension in her shoulders rose to snap her back straight. The iron grip she had on the violin box shook, clutching the wooden box close and every offer to take it from her was met with a stern refusal. No. Her father’s instrument would remain with her until they made it home to her palace in Antiva City.
Ugh. Enzo. She would see him earlier than expected too. Was he to greet her home with a fellow sycophant at his side ready with a ring? She hoped not, her already fraught mind became more stressed and unable to watch the movers any longer retreated to her empty room. Considering everything was removed the princess took a seat at the window unclasping the locks of the case and pull the instrument free.
A light hearted farewell was the piece of the day, strings slowly warmed into the melody, her life again interrupted by circumstances outwith her control. How utterly maddening.
@Rafael Acosta
A bulk of the large items had already made their ways to Mica’s new estate back in Antiva though Adaria was carefully watching as the staff removed her things, quietly fretting over the pieces she really cared for like her mechanical puzzles. She feared they would lose pieces and when there was a crucial point in the mens handling the tension in her shoulders rose to snap her back straight. The iron grip she had on the violin box shook, clutching the wooden box close and every offer to take it from her was met with a stern refusal. No. Her father’s instrument would remain with her until they made it home to her palace in Antiva City.
Ugh. Enzo. She would see him earlier than expected too. Was he to greet her home with a fellow sycophant at his side ready with a ring? She hoped not, her already fraught mind became more stressed and unable to watch the movers any longer retreated to her empty room. Considering everything was removed the princess took a seat at the window unclasping the locks of the case and pull the instrument free.
A light hearted farewell was the piece of the day, strings slowly warmed into the melody, her life again interrupted by circumstances outwith her control. How utterly maddening.
@Rafael Acosta
07-25-2024, 04:11 PM
