Post by Angelique on Apr 12, 2012 13:08:39 GMT -8
Deep in the recesses of the Istas Conservatory, Sian sat on the bench in front of her hearth and stared down at the wind chimes she'd found in her mailbox. The room Sian sat in was lavishly furnished, no expense spared in its creation. The hearth was always stoked and its light and heat filled the room. The composer and dean of the conservatory frowned deeply as she picked up one of the chimes. The set of wind chimes once belonged to Elle Nightwing; Sian had spotted them in her curiosity shop in the Kingdom of Everthorne; the sound they made was haunting, and they were carved with the reliefs of faces contorted in agony, but Sian's frown was not because of its horrific embellishments but for the note that accompanied the gift.
E. Tenpenny, a person Sian did not know left the chimes, but she'd received them from Miss Nightwing to deliver.
"The woman seemed down on her luck and her eyes seemed troubled." E. Tenpenny had written.
It troubled Sian that Miss Nightwing may not be faring well, or may even be in trouble. Sian had lost track of Miss Nightwing after the fall of the Kingdom of Everthorne, so many were lost including the King and Queen. Sian had been fond of Miss Nightwing and her shop as well as Lady Ismene and sought their company whenever Sian visited the region. It occured to Sian that she could take her concern to Lord Azrael; he'd been her patron for many years now and always conceded to her requests; Lord Azrael however was the Governer of Istas and had other matters to attend to she was sure. Instead she'd made up her mind to visit Xander Rayne, the Director of the Istas Museum first, and see if they could find out where Miss Nightwing was located and if there was anyway they could be of help to her. Xander too was acquainted with Miss Nightwing and Sian was sure he'd be more than willing to help. If they failed then Sian thought, she'd invite Lord Azrael to the Conservatory and ask him to aid her in a search for Miss Nightwing.
After setting the treasure satchel into her vault, Sian quickly dressed and penned a note for Xander to leave for when he next returned from one of his quests for shiny objects.
*written in delicate left slanting script on a sheet of musical composition paper*
Xander,
I have a favour to ask, please let me know when next you are in Istas. I will bring the sake if you'll meet with me.
-Sian
*the "i" is dotted with a small daisy*
Now Sian would wait knowing it wouldn't be long...
E. Tenpenny, a person Sian did not know left the chimes, but she'd received them from Miss Nightwing to deliver.
"The woman seemed down on her luck and her eyes seemed troubled." E. Tenpenny had written.
It troubled Sian that Miss Nightwing may not be faring well, or may even be in trouble. Sian had lost track of Miss Nightwing after the fall of the Kingdom of Everthorne, so many were lost including the King and Queen. Sian had been fond of Miss Nightwing and her shop as well as Lady Ismene and sought their company whenever Sian visited the region. It occured to Sian that she could take her concern to Lord Azrael; he'd been her patron for many years now and always conceded to her requests; Lord Azrael however was the Governer of Istas and had other matters to attend to she was sure. Instead she'd made up her mind to visit Xander Rayne, the Director of the Istas Museum first, and see if they could find out where Miss Nightwing was located and if there was anyway they could be of help to her. Xander too was acquainted with Miss Nightwing and Sian was sure he'd be more than willing to help. If they failed then Sian thought, she'd invite Lord Azrael to the Conservatory and ask him to aid her in a search for Miss Nightwing.
After setting the treasure satchel into her vault, Sian quickly dressed and penned a note for Xander to leave for when he next returned from one of his quests for shiny objects.
*written in delicate left slanting script on a sheet of musical composition paper*
Xander,
I have a favour to ask, please let me know when next you are in Istas. I will bring the sake if you'll meet with me.
-Sian
*the "i" is dotted with a small daisy*
Now Sian would wait knowing it wouldn't be long...