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Author Topic: New Clothes, New Life, New Queen  (Read 55 times)

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Offline Peregrine Goth

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New Clothes, New Life, New Queen
« on: Dec 06, 17, 08:38:44 PM »
Peregrine Goth had packed a duffel bag full of what he considered comfortable clothes, and vanished it to be called upon later.  He had also sent all of his guitars after his clothes, and then packed a small bag with the things he considered both actually valuable and personally valuable.  He had a set of knives that his friend and trainer, Scratch, had given him, as well as a set of books about personal combat that came from wherever Scratch had.  Then, he had scooped Isbeil into his arms, and they had made the long flight back to her Palace.  He had been there ever since, and when he arrived, he had swiftly realized that he would not need the coin and trade items he had brought with him.  Peregrine was not shocked by his new surroundings, but they did take more than a little getting used to.

The kitchens fed him whenever he asked.  He could wheedle a sandwich at any time of the day or night, and he did not have to pay or trade a thing.  This should have been obvious to Peregrine, but it seemed to him that since it was a facility for the people that ran the District, there must be some kind of payment involved.  They were employees of the state, and the state paid them.   He knew how this worked, he had just been living by his own means for so long that it was strange to be someplace that was completely above board and entirely legitimate.  The kitchen staff would not even accept a tip from him, so he kept sending coins to their pockets when they were not looking.  The ones that had children got a little more than the rest.  Another item that had been a surprise was practically upon his arrival, he was given his own rooms.  They were fantastic.

Everything seemed so new, right down to the bed.  He had a hard time sleeping in that bed at first, because it was not as big as what he was used to.  That was fixed.  Another bed was brought out, and furniture was changed to accommodate his wings.  Then, there were the clothes, all of them tailored, all of them made with wing holes.  Wing holes?  He was sure there was a better name for that, but that’s what they were.  Peregrine had to use craft, and a tall mirror to slip into his clothes if he did not have help, but they looked great, even if he sometimes felt like the collars were much too tight.  The first time a strange man came in to help him dress, Peregrine pulled a blade on him.  That was his fault, the fellow had come in while Peregrine had a shirt stuck on his head, and the Warlord Prince was startled in the midst of anger and embarrassment.  He was still getting used to the changes.

Then there were the lessons…

Peregrine groaned at the thought of the lessons, and he stretched out on his enormous bed, and made no move to get out of it.  He was fairly certain he had no direct duties that morning.  Real duties were what he looked forward to most, because he got to be with Isbeil.  He was still figuring out what he thought of the rest of her Court, and some of that, he had to admit, was simply him waiting to see what they thought of  him.  Peregrine never thought for a moment that any of them could not like him, he was easy to look at, and friendly.  What’s not to like?  He sighed and pulled his blankets a little higher, and settled down determined to sleep in.  He was a Warlord Prince, after all, he ought to be able to take a break--especially from dry tutoring.  Protect the Queen, do not kill random people, respect the hierarchy--blah, blah, blah!  The Queen was what mattered, and he had that down cold.

Offline Isbeil Balton

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Re: New Clothes, New Life, New Queen
« Reply #1 on: Dec 07, 17, 04:22:23 PM »
Peregrine was a fish out of water. Isbeil was not so removed from the happenings in the estate to let that go unnoticed. Though Perry could not be at her side in every waking moment it was not due to any form of disinterest on either of their parts. Court life was fairly predictable in that things happened at their allotted time. There were schedules, events, meetings and those could shift well in advance, well enough to give the Court an appraisal of its day. Isbeil’s life was coordinated down to the hour on certain days and lax at others.  Peregrine on the other hand lacked the anchor of duty unless it was to be at her side.

There wasn't much for him to do because he hadn't the experience to be assigned to any official task. As closely bonded as she felt with the half Eyrien guarding her from every improbable threat was not for him.  It was her hope that by learning what he could in the short amount of time that they had known one another not only would he get a taste of her life, but find a place where he felt he could excel.

The kitchen staff loved him and overall people were relieved to have a Warlord Prince who didn't fly off the handle in their midst. It was rare, but Perry was rather sociable and that went a long way with others especially the Landen who worked on the grounds.  The tailors she hired in Lennox were quick to take measurements and rise to the challenge of creating a new wardrobe for the Prince which she learned he desperately needed.  The staff commented on how impressed he had been by his set of rooms and were quick to arrange it to his liking even if that meant accommodating a massive four poster bed within his private chamber or adding hooks in the sitting room where he could hang his guitars.

The progress report on his lessons however were less than stellar. She would not accuse him of not trying, but his disinterest irritated the teachers even if they would not dare bring it up to him in person, no these things filtered back to her in their own time. Gale was irritated at the new male, but otherwise avoided him when it was not absolutely necessary for them to share space. Isbeil did not press the point.

Knuckles rapped softly at Perry’s door, she could feel him within their bond, still in bed, peaceful if not the tiniest hint of frustration barely audible in their tether. When the door opened he would find her standing in the hall, unguarded. Her hair pulled back in a messy twist allowing for thin tendrils to frame her face. She wore a simple blue diamond patterned dress and a thick belt that hugged her narrow waist. Her face dotted with amber stars,  blue eyes relaxing as she caught sight of his face.  “Good morning t’ye.”  Light filled her eyes as she lifted her brows to appraise him. “I'm going fer a walk, thought ye’d like to join me, since yer already playing hookie.”

There was only the slightest tone of playful reprisal in the words, but she waited patiently for him to respond. If he had better things to do with his time, then so did she. Financial records and cases could wait until later in the afternoon.

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Re: New Clothes, New Life, New Queen
« Reply #2 on: Dec 07, 17, 07:18:22 PM »
Peregrine had made a living at fighting.  It had always been a suitable outlet for the natural urges of his Caste.  He had not had a fight in weeks, but when you have had so many, even this interim of peace did not feel unusual or put him on edge.  The only thing that did was other Males, Gale in particular.  Peregrine had no particular issue with the man, rather he felt sorry for him.  Clearly at some point after his birth, some vile person had shoved a stick so far up his ass; he would need surgery to remove it.  Peregrine understood Protocol, well, that was not entirely true.  He had been taught Protocol by a very old Warlord Prince that had told him about but had not real way to expose him to it.  Peregrine understood where he was in the all-important hierarchy; he just didn’t have the spit and polish that other members of the Court did.  He knew that it was not, but appearances for appearances’ sake felt unnecessary.

He had always learned better by doing anyway.  Peregrine did not want to have to sit in a room and discuss the theory, he wanted to see it in action.  He had to do it, and if he messed up, how bad could it possibly be?  It was not like he would kill someone.  Unless they had it coming.  He was settling down to actually fall asleep again when he sensed her approach.  It was Isbeil, he could feel that much through the Bond, and when she knocked, he was not at all surprised.  Peregrine rolled out of bed wearing nothing at all, and remembering how uptight people tended to be in the palace, he wrapped a sheet about his hips, and answered his own door.  He grinned brightly, ”Isbeil!”  He gave a court appropriate bow, but was forced to catch his sheet before it slid away.  ”My Queen, it is good to see you as always.”  Perry straightened and grinned, ”I would love to go for a walk with you!  Maybe a short flight?”

One hand gripped the sheet at a corner, holding it in place, and even in that somewhat casual pose, it was difficult to not notice the definition of his form, and the great shadow of the wings that spread and then relaxed behind him.  He heard the mild reproach in her tone, and sighed softly.  Peregrine had not known his beautiful Queen for too long, but he had learned to sense her moods fairly quickly.  He believed that was the Bond, and perhaps the influence of many Aunts throughout his life.  ”Yes, well, I—the tutors will be there tomorrow, I am sure.  I would prefer to go for a walk with you anyway.  I am happy to Serve.”  He smiled, roguishly and straightened.  ”Let me get dressed.”  Peregrine gestured, and the door closed behind the Queen, and then he moved to his bed, where he threw the sheet back upon it, and from there moved to his wardrobe the doors opening as he approached it.

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Re: New Clothes, New Life, New Queen
« Reply #3 on: Dec 10, 17, 11:09:27 PM »
“Aye Perry, Oh.” Though her eyes did not immediately shoot up to offer him any semblance of privacy her ginger brows raised. The action was completed too quickly, one moment she is standing alone in the hall, her hand slowly falling to her side as she felt him draw close to the door when it opened. Standing before her the half Eyrien was an impressive figure, his winds clasped at his shoulders like a dark cloak, however only a white sheet covered his more interesting bits.  The soft fabric slipped off his hip exposing the stark trail of toned muscle that ran from his abdomen, crowning his naval.

Luckily he was able to capture the fabric before fully exposing himself. Luckily...right. Drawing her eyes  up her mouth tugged into a bashful smile that tugged at her upper lip. “Well I would say walk fer now, though we can't have ye floppin’ around in the wind can we?”

Welcoming her into his sitting room she crossed the threshold and stood inside. The door closing behind her. Blue eyes followed his path into the adjoining dormitory, pausing briefly over his toned back and the mirage of scars  scattered throughout his form. The sheet discarded she attained an ample view of his other assets before turning her head and examining his space. The image burned in her memory, eliciting a deep sigh.

 Perry was always so warm and welcoming, though his aggravation with Gale mounted every s often, for the most part he kept cordial in her presence. Gale on the other hand took every opportunity to cast a judgmental glare toward the other male, though he had ceased his griping. A bond was not chosen and even if it had been it was not his place to question the Queen on fate’s unexpected gifts.  “I don't think a flight in the middle of the day is such a good idea. I hav’ta keep up appearances during werking hours. Soon is my hope.”  Preferably when Gale wouldn't pitch a fit. “Ye can fly anytime ye want though. Yer not locked up in a cage.”

 Upon further examination he space he inhabited lacked the personality his apartment in Lenox did, even a couple weeks into his stay. Save for the guitars hung on a nearby wall the furnishings were reminiscent to the rest of the estate. Leather, clean lines, woven patterns. It held not the used charm of his land dwelling. Then again some would consider the apartment a hovel compared the luxury of his rooms. Having decided to sleep in through his lessons she could only assume he enjoyed them enough to excuse his absence. “The tutors will, as will ye I'm sure.”  Smirking, her hands clasped before her. The lessons were not about changing his personality but sanding down the rough edges. “I don't see many of yer decorations up. Are the rooms finally to yer liking? If not ye can feel free to add personal touches.” The query stemmed from Isbeil’s desire for him to actually enjoy his time here. If it was to gain any permanence he would have to. “I think I'm just needin a break, and I can finally show you the apple orchard, Rockland’s Harvest Festival us upon us, as yer new here I don't think ye’ve ever been. Id have ye escort me.”

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Re: New Clothes, New Life, New Queen
« Reply #4 on: Dec 13, 17, 05:44:30 PM »
Peregrine was not unaware of what civilization required of him, it was more that he did not always think about it or care.  These were his rooms, after all.  Nudity was not a thing to be frowned upon in his youth, and he supposed that had an awful lot to do with his many Aunts.  They had nothing but praise for him as a boy, and the very nature of living where he did largely guaranteed that he was going to see a lot of skin throughout his life.  It was nothing to be ashamed of, and nothing to shame others for.  Peregrine had spent a fair bit of his childhood running about in very little, largely until he was the one that decided more clothes, rather than less, was the order of the day.  Besides which, he did not mind how much of him Isbeil saw and got to know, for a number of reasons.

He smiled, and then chuckled a bit, "I do not think anything of mine has ever 'flopped', Isbeil."  He fluttred his wings a bit meeting her eyes for that smile, and then going on to get dressed.  Peregrine had known that her eyes would follow him, not because he knew that he was a draw to the senses--and he did know that he was a draw to the senses--but because he was the only thing in motion in the room.  Her eyes would have been drawn to him for that alone.  He heard her sigh as thought she were somehow an overwrought Mother, and that only made his smile brighten.  "Oh, I know i can go flying, and I do, but I also think you should come with me more often.  Fifteen minutes to look at the world away fro the troubles of your Court doesn't seem so out of place.  You are the Queen.  Who can tell you you do not deserve a break?"  Perry paused a moment, "It's Gale isn't it?  We are going to need a Healer for him.  If we let that stick settle in, he won't be able to bend over."

Peregrine found pants, and slipped into them.  They were leather, and had row of gold buttons at each hip.  They fit him snugly, but did not hamper his movements.  He found his boots, and got on a pair of socks.  Scratch had impressed upon him the importance of caring for his feet as a fighter, and so he always wore socks, though hardly ever any other undergarment.  He stomped his feet into a pair of boots, and pulled a shirt from his closet, walking over to Isbeil. His eyebrows rose at her concerns about his persoal items, "There will be.  Are you kidding?  I love my rooms.  I love my bed, and my new clothes. I will put up my tapestries, but I'm also keeping my eyes open for new things, since it is a new space."  He held out the shirt to her, "Could you give me a hand?"  He could have done it with Craft, but where was the fun in that?

He stopped, and cupped her cheek gently, "I will escort you anywhere you ask me to."