Post by Joscelin de Valore on May 23, 2012 17:29:52 GMT -5
Home . . .
He loved Ascalon, yes, but Caer l'Aurore was home in the end. He loved to be there, particularly because of his sisters, and especially more so because he needed them in his life. He was slowly beginning to realize that drinking and gambling wasn't something he should drown himself in at all times of the day, week, month, and year either. They were important to him and being separated because of his habits was beginning to weigh on him.
He had seen Adelaide first upon his arrival, mostly because she was already within the stables. Although he had wanted to see Rosaria soon after, he didn't wish to mostly because he was . . . well, dirty. He wished to bathe, especially since he had been riding for nearly the entirety of the day, and Rosaria was more than likely within and practicing as she always was. Fortunately, there was a servant who clarified for him when he did ask.
"Do you know where Rosaria is?" He had asked. "Yes, I do," Celeste, an older woman who had laugh lines at the corners of her mouth and crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, said. "She's practicing, Your Highness, although I am certain she would be pleased to see you, although . . . may I speak honestly?" She asked. Joscelin, who had been a child when she had been twenty years of age, simply smiled with respect and bowed his head. "Of course, my lady," he said. "You should bathe first, you smell rather . . . " Joscelin cut her off, lifting a hand to silence her as he smiled. "I already know."
He had bathed and dressed, and he chose water instead of wine to refresh himself with. When he was ready, he sought out Rosaria, hoping that she would be finished with her practice session by then. Unfortunately, she wasn't, but this wouldn't be the first time that he would have listened in on her. She had a talent and Joscelin savored it when he could. He liked to listen to her play and was always the first to applaud and compliment her skill. Joscelin, on the other hand, didn't have a mind for instruments. He had tried once upon a time ago, but it had ended horribly with a frustrated little boy who had thrown down a lute in irritation. That, however, was ages ago. Still, upon entering the music room, Joscelin stepped along carefully, not wishing to bring attention to himself or startle her.
It was beautiful. It always was whenever it came to Rosaria. The music had lured him like a siren's call from the hall and even more so from within the room. He leaned against the wall as he looked inside and he watched her silently. Once more he found himself thinking of the past as he had with Adelaide. He couldn't help it. They resurfaced swiftly, filling his mind of a time when Rosario had been so small that he had been able to carry her easy upon his shoulder so she could have gotten a better vantage of the knights charging down the lanes during the joust. He thought he could still do that though, he was stronger than ever, and Rosaria had stopped growing ages ago. Still, she wasn't a little girl anymore, and instead she was a grown woman. Beautiful, too, and one day he would see her off married to some man that he prayed would be worthy. If not . . . well, Joscelin was opposed to throttling someone who dishonored her to say the very least.
He came to and he took a deep breath.
"Incredible as always, sweet sister," he said. "Good that you are still practicing as always."
He loved Ascalon, yes, but Caer l'Aurore was home in the end. He loved to be there, particularly because of his sisters, and especially more so because he needed them in his life. He was slowly beginning to realize that drinking and gambling wasn't something he should drown himself in at all times of the day, week, month, and year either. They were important to him and being separated because of his habits was beginning to weigh on him.
He had seen Adelaide first upon his arrival, mostly because she was already within the stables. Although he had wanted to see Rosaria soon after, he didn't wish to mostly because he was . . . well, dirty. He wished to bathe, especially since he had been riding for nearly the entirety of the day, and Rosaria was more than likely within and practicing as she always was. Fortunately, there was a servant who clarified for him when he did ask.
"Do you know where Rosaria is?" He had asked. "Yes, I do," Celeste, an older woman who had laugh lines at the corners of her mouth and crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, said. "She's practicing, Your Highness, although I am certain she would be pleased to see you, although . . . may I speak honestly?" She asked. Joscelin, who had been a child when she had been twenty years of age, simply smiled with respect and bowed his head. "Of course, my lady," he said. "You should bathe first, you smell rather . . . " Joscelin cut her off, lifting a hand to silence her as he smiled. "I already know."
He had bathed and dressed, and he chose water instead of wine to refresh himself with. When he was ready, he sought out Rosaria, hoping that she would be finished with her practice session by then. Unfortunately, she wasn't, but this wouldn't be the first time that he would have listened in on her. She had a talent and Joscelin savored it when he could. He liked to listen to her play and was always the first to applaud and compliment her skill. Joscelin, on the other hand, didn't have a mind for instruments. He had tried once upon a time ago, but it had ended horribly with a frustrated little boy who had thrown down a lute in irritation. That, however, was ages ago. Still, upon entering the music room, Joscelin stepped along carefully, not wishing to bring attention to himself or startle her.
It was beautiful. It always was whenever it came to Rosaria. The music had lured him like a siren's call from the hall and even more so from within the room. He leaned against the wall as he looked inside and he watched her silently. Once more he found himself thinking of the past as he had with Adelaide. He couldn't help it. They resurfaced swiftly, filling his mind of a time when Rosario had been so small that he had been able to carry her easy upon his shoulder so she could have gotten a better vantage of the knights charging down the lanes during the joust. He thought he could still do that though, he was stronger than ever, and Rosaria had stopped growing ages ago. Still, she wasn't a little girl anymore, and instead she was a grown woman. Beautiful, too, and one day he would see her off married to some man that he prayed would be worthy. If not . . . well, Joscelin was opposed to throttling someone who dishonored her to say the very least.
He came to and he took a deep breath.
"Incredible as always, sweet sister," he said. "Good that you are still practicing as always."
