Post by Aribella on Nov 1, 2010 19:52:27 GMT -5
[Day one]
Aribella let her horse slowly approach the castle entrance. She was flanked on either side by her two guards who she never traveled without. She halted her horse within the courtyard and dismounted with the ease of a long time rider. Her dark blue skirts were shaken into pace as she shook off the dust of her journey. Aribella's guards also dismounted and one turned to address the servants who had come to lead their horse to the stables. Meanwhile, Aribella took a careful account of her appearance. She noted that her clothes were in order and that, while they were made for riding, they satisfied the call for formal attire. The blue was embroidered on the edges with a dark burnt orange that suited her red hair quite nicely. Whoever said vanity faded with age was sorely mistaken.
Aribella touched the golden hair pins she always wore gently to check that they had not gotten loose before proudly turning to the guard still speaking to the servant.
"See to it that our horses get stabled correctly." She said in a straightforward and no nonsense tone. She had no patience left to her at the moment. She did enjoy riding above all else, but she was currently ready to see the inside of nice rooms again. She didn't have to check to make sure her guard was following orders. Above all else she awarded loyalty, and only her most trusted were ever permitted to be her travel companions. Aribella then started to stroll toward the castle entrance with her remaining guard by her side. Her steps were slow but certain, and did not show hesitation or meekness. She was nothing if not decisive and confident in every move she made. It made for a rather intimidating first impression, but she tried to temper it with a small smile.
Aribella could remember the last time she had stepped foot in this castle. it had been on the eve of her seventeenth birthday, and she had left not too long after engaged. Now she was forty-one and a widow. It was a remarkable difference and she could safely say she was no longer the same person. Traveling as often as she could after the death of her husband, she had not seen these walls since. She was nt sure what she would now find.
Aribella let her horse slowly approach the castle entrance. She was flanked on either side by her two guards who she never traveled without. She halted her horse within the courtyard and dismounted with the ease of a long time rider. Her dark blue skirts were shaken into pace as she shook off the dust of her journey. Aribella's guards also dismounted and one turned to address the servants who had come to lead their horse to the stables. Meanwhile, Aribella took a careful account of her appearance. She noted that her clothes were in order and that, while they were made for riding, they satisfied the call for formal attire. The blue was embroidered on the edges with a dark burnt orange that suited her red hair quite nicely. Whoever said vanity faded with age was sorely mistaken.
Aribella touched the golden hair pins she always wore gently to check that they had not gotten loose before proudly turning to the guard still speaking to the servant.
"See to it that our horses get stabled correctly." She said in a straightforward and no nonsense tone. She had no patience left to her at the moment. She did enjoy riding above all else, but she was currently ready to see the inside of nice rooms again. She didn't have to check to make sure her guard was following orders. Above all else she awarded loyalty, and only her most trusted were ever permitted to be her travel companions. Aribella then started to stroll toward the castle entrance with her remaining guard by her side. Her steps were slow but certain, and did not show hesitation or meekness. She was nothing if not decisive and confident in every move she made. It made for a rather intimidating first impression, but she tried to temper it with a small smile.
Aribella could remember the last time she had stepped foot in this castle. it had been on the eve of her seventeenth birthday, and she had left not too long after engaged. Now she was forty-one and a widow. It was a remarkable difference and she could safely say she was no longer the same person. Traveling as often as she could after the death of her husband, she had not seen these walls since. She was nt sure what she would now find.