Continued from here.
Vhalar 10, Arc 720
The leaves in his little garden were beginning to change color, Tristan noticed when he took a look out of the window of his kitchen where he was just working. Green was slowly making way to different shades of red, yellow and orange. He took a moment to enjoy the view in front of him, a light smile on his face. He loved fall. He had already loved fall before he had been marked by Vhalar, the Immortal of Fall. There was something intensely beautiful about the way that the landscape changed color, and besides, watching Ayla when she was jumping into heaps of leaves or playing with her kite was so much fun!
His plants were waiting for him though. Tristan had lined up flowerpots with a few different herbs on the windowsill where they always got enough light. He did not cook a lot, and when he did, it was usually a questionable affair, but he had become quite a competent herbalist, in no small part due to being engaged to one, and he occasionally used mint or basil for his alchemical potions as well. He poured a bit of water from a small, green watering can into the pots, checked the soil to see if it was just the right kind of moist and added a bit more water, and then he rearranged the pots slightly and took a step back.
He was just about to head into the living room where one of his bodyguards, Lianne was playing with his daughter Ayla, when there was a loud knock on the door. The young duke (at least he thought he still was one; he was in exile because of a terrible plague, but he had never given his duchy back, and the king hadn’t fired him either) stopped dead in his tracks for a moment, and then he … well, he was about to walk over to the door in order to open it, but Hannah, another bodyguard of his, a young woman with short auburn hair, got there first.
“Someone just dropped off a letter, some sort of official looking man in a uniform”, she explained when he reached her (she had just closed the door again). “I wonder who this is from. A prospective client? The government? Or … a love letter from Ashling?” she asked in a somewhat amused tone of voice before she handed the letter that was contained in a cream-colored envelope to him. Hannah occasionally teased him (and everybody else in the house), but the truth was, she was quite happy that he had found someone again. She quite approved of his taste in women, and she hoped that she would find a girlfriend that was just as lovely (and fierce!) as Ashling one trial.
“No, not from Ashling”, Tristan replied as he carefully opened the envelope and started to read, furrowing his brow as he did so. “It’s from one of Mrs. Gunderson’s friends. Remember the woman with the short-legged dog that I told you about? Apparently, my sculpture impressed her after all, and she recommended me. Her friend, Mr. Karlsson wants me to make a sculpture of his noble steed, Thunder. The animal is supposedly quite volatile”, he remarked and furrowed his brow some more.
He did not let that information discourage him though. His own horse, Maxos (named after Peake Maxos Andaris who had been one of the most dangerous men in Rynmere) had a lot of personality as well, and he loved him dearly. He would accept the job, he would do well, and what more, he would have a lot of fun. He loved making animal sculptures!
Vhalar 10, Arc 720
The leaves in his little garden were beginning to change color, Tristan noticed when he took a look out of the window of his kitchen where he was just working. Green was slowly making way to different shades of red, yellow and orange. He took a moment to enjoy the view in front of him, a light smile on his face. He loved fall. He had already loved fall before he had been marked by Vhalar, the Immortal of Fall. There was something intensely beautiful about the way that the landscape changed color, and besides, watching Ayla when she was jumping into heaps of leaves or playing with her kite was so much fun!
His plants were waiting for him though. Tristan had lined up flowerpots with a few different herbs on the windowsill where they always got enough light. He did not cook a lot, and when he did, it was usually a questionable affair, but he had become quite a competent herbalist, in no small part due to being engaged to one, and he occasionally used mint or basil for his alchemical potions as well. He poured a bit of water from a small, green watering can into the pots, checked the soil to see if it was just the right kind of moist and added a bit more water, and then he rearranged the pots slightly and took a step back.
He was just about to head into the living room where one of his bodyguards, Lianne was playing with his daughter Ayla, when there was a loud knock on the door. The young duke (at least he thought he still was one; he was in exile because of a terrible plague, but he had never given his duchy back, and the king hadn’t fired him either) stopped dead in his tracks for a moment, and then he … well, he was about to walk over to the door in order to open it, but Hannah, another bodyguard of his, a young woman with short auburn hair, got there first.
“Someone just dropped off a letter, some sort of official looking man in a uniform”, she explained when he reached her (she had just closed the door again). “I wonder who this is from. A prospective client? The government? Or … a love letter from Ashling?” she asked in a somewhat amused tone of voice before she handed the letter that was contained in a cream-colored envelope to him. Hannah occasionally teased him (and everybody else in the house), but the truth was, she was quite happy that he had found someone again. She quite approved of his taste in women, and she hoped that she would find a girlfriend that was just as lovely (and fierce!) as Ashling one trial.
“No, not from Ashling”, Tristan replied as he carefully opened the envelope and started to read, furrowing his brow as he did so. “It’s from one of Mrs. Gunderson’s friends. Remember the woman with the short-legged dog that I told you about? Apparently, my sculpture impressed her after all, and she recommended me. Her friend, Mr. Karlsson wants me to make a sculpture of his noble steed, Thunder. The animal is supposedly quite volatile”, he remarked and furrowed his brow some more.
He did not let that information discourage him though. His own horse, Maxos (named after Peake Maxos Andaris who had been one of the most dangerous men in Rynmere) had a lot of personality as well, and he loved him dearly. He would accept the job, he would do well, and what more, he would have a lot of fun. He loved making animal sculptures!
