almost-tulpae:
With the commotion brought by the man’s death in the teeth of the dog he had trained himself, it was no wonder that people lost track of their own steps. At least when it came to the average people. Half a smile appeared on his face. Charming, almost warm. The white of his teeth matching almost perfectly the silver stripe on his hair. But the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. Those were empty, emotionless; sparkling sure, but lackin of soul. His voice was deep and full of courtesy, strong, but peaceful.
“And what kind of vigilance is a Lady meant to do? If a man may ask. As you probably already noticed the events of the day are not as pleasing as they should be”
There was absolutely no need for him to waste his time talking to her, except for two facts. Any man would have stopped to talk with her, and well…Ladies knew things. And information was always useful.
“Is not often that man gets to see a Lady of such a beauty around these lands. Curiosity arises”
Feet scattered on cobbled roads, a muddle of people, women muting shrieks choked in their throats. The silent thud was easy to notice, a stand of oranges was meant to hold back his fall, fruitless. Cattle were dragged further on the wide road and men gathered in interest to the unfolding scene. A wail and the four-legged perpetrator fled without a trace between small alleyways. Urchins’ ears clung on overhanging terraces, or hands reached between long layered skirts for the promise of fresh scattered fruit. Guards were disposed and upon their duty without hesitation, Tyyne’s sole reaction was of pity. Pity the loss of life, a pin in a haystack to find a good cause for.
Interest was taken from the commotion soon enough, the armed man managed to sneak a snort.
- You speak as you would be on the ground foaming from within lips.
- Nor is often honest interest. Do say, if flattery works on many, kind ser?
