@Neptune
Lady sat at her desk with her quill loose in her hands and ink drying on page below. Writing letters to other high-families was an important task yet she found it an empty sort of one. Luckily, her father had stepped out of the room to attend to something in the great hall, leaving her to slack a little. Her eyes strayed out the window to the hill top where the guards stood at the training circle. She could see the plains dust flying up from a mock duel in the center of the circle, and wondered who the chosen trainee was today.
Her father had been gone longer and longer, which meant he had likely forgotten she was here. Good. It made sneaking away so much easier. Slipping from behind her desk, she picked up her skirts and made her quick escape outside, her long honey colored braid swinging around the corners and flying behind her as she entered the bright sun.
She skirted along the edges of the open courtyard and out of the keep into the streets, first passing by the uppers class housing in neat does then into the artisan squares. The smell of the bakers bread wafted through the air and there was as the constant clang of the blacksmiths hammer ringing over the town's people at market. Finally, Lady slipped into the less fortunate side of town. Her embroidered gown earned her stares, which she met back with little smiles and a coin or two from the purse at her belt.
Slipping through the open gate, guard gate and across the drop bridge, she stirred into the open fields where the training yard set on top of the hill next to the only tree for miles.
The guards were so intent on the fight in the ring, they hardly notice her slip into the back of the crowd to watch the captain of the guard best, yet another young trainee.
Lady sat at her desk with her quill loose in her hands and ink drying on page below. Writing letters to other high-families was an important task yet she found it an empty sort of one. Luckily, her father had stepped out of the room to attend to something in the great hall, leaving her to slack a little. Her eyes strayed out the window to the hill top where the guards stood at the training circle. She could see the plains dust flying up from a mock duel in the center of the circle, and wondered who the chosen trainee was today.
Her father had been gone longer and longer, which meant he had likely forgotten she was here. Good. It made sneaking away so much easier. Slipping from behind her desk, she picked up her skirts and made her quick escape outside, her long honey colored braid swinging around the corners and flying behind her as she entered the bright sun.
She skirted along the edges of the open courtyard and out of the keep into the streets, first passing by the uppers class housing in neat does then into the artisan squares. The smell of the bakers bread wafted through the air and there was as the constant clang of the blacksmiths hammer ringing over the town's people at market. Finally, Lady slipped into the less fortunate side of town. Her embroidered gown earned her stares, which she met back with little smiles and a coin or two from the purse at her belt.
Slipping through the open gate, guard gate and across the drop bridge, she stirred into the open fields where the training yard set on top of the hill next to the only tree for miles.
The guards were so intent on the fight in the ring, they hardly notice her slip into the back of the crowd to watch the captain of the guard best, yet another young trainee.
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