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19th Spring 517
There was rumors of rioting and pillaging of wares at the docks. Yet Ball did not see any so far and as such he had sent a page he had seen running about to send for his squire and her family. Tag-a-long and child that is. They might like a little time away from training or child-rearing and get in the open air. As much as Ball hated the idea of being this close to the open sea, boats, and monsters that live in the waters – It was 'too soon' still, too soon being nearly five years ago.
Today though he rode his mighty terrier, the brown-black terrier was still getting accustomed to saddle and rider, but it was a good day. Locked into the ready but not couched positioning on his saddle was Ball's trusty lance Thorn, a keepsake from a past patron. Hanging by his waist was his beloved rapier, held in place by clay of his own being and pulled tightly against his body in doing so. When he had sent the page he had requested that they come armed, if his squire needed a weapon of her own Ball decided he would pay for it. It was his duty and privilege as a knight and teacher. Maybe a sweet or two for the child as well.
Ball smiled at the thought, earlier this season he had ran into his former patron, his newly found lover, and their child. It was an interesting time and one Ball mistaken as a training session without knowing the full details. Dina was different though, she was a lost soul amongst a sea of long souls. She needed a firm hand to guide her, someone that understood, someone that could relate to that fear. Dina also had her parents, two people Ball was determined to see combat and survive it.
Speaking of the goods he had intention of purchasing, Ball had requested the same page to go to his dorm and remove fifty mizas from his trunk. Anymore and Ball was apt to know and punishment would not be pleasant. Fifty should be enough.
So all he had to do now was wait for the page, his squire, her tag-a-long, and young Dina.
There was rumors of rioting and pillaging of wares at the docks. Yet Ball did not see any so far and as such he had sent a page he had seen running about to send for his squire and her family. Tag-a-long and child that is. They might like a little time away from training or child-rearing and get in the open air. As much as Ball hated the idea of being this close to the open sea, boats, and monsters that live in the waters – It was 'too soon' still, too soon being nearly five years ago.
Today though he rode his mighty terrier, the brown-black terrier was still getting accustomed to saddle and rider, but it was a good day. Locked into the ready but not couched positioning on his saddle was Ball's trusty lance Thorn, a keepsake from a past patron. Hanging by his waist was his beloved rapier, held in place by clay of his own being and pulled tightly against his body in doing so. When he had sent the page he had requested that they come armed, if his squire needed a weapon of her own Ball decided he would pay for it. It was his duty and privilege as a knight and teacher. Maybe a sweet or two for the child as well.
Ball smiled at the thought, earlier this season he had ran into his former patron, his newly found lover, and their child. It was an interesting time and one Ball mistaken as a training session without knowing the full details. Dina was different though, she was a lost soul amongst a sea of long souls. She needed a firm hand to guide her, someone that understood, someone that could relate to that fear. Dina also had her parents, two people Ball was determined to see combat and survive it.
Speaking of the goods he had intention of purchasing, Ball had requested the same page to go to his dorm and remove fifty mizas from his trunk. Anymore and Ball was apt to know and punishment would not be pleasant. Fifty should be enough.
So all he had to do now was wait for the page, his squire, her tag-a-long, and young Dina.
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