What he had in him, you've got in you

You're your daddy's daughter

POSTED: Wed Sep 04, 2019 1:40 am

Once I rose
Tempered by this noise
All the confusion

She wished her Mère would hurry!

Pontifex excitedly tapped her feet against the stone floor, hardly able to contain her excitement. This was a grown up task all for her to do!

Her mama seemed contented to take all the time in the world. Slowly packing the little basket with choice morsels that smelled so good, a jar of something dark red that Ponti knew was probably a raspberry jam.

Mère, come onn. Buttercup gazing up at her thin, tall mother adoringly. Helena glanced down at the restless girl-child, favoring her with a smile that could mean just about anything! Mother was such a strange woman, Ponti thought with a giggle -- grown-ups were so funny.

Finally, finally, the basket was ready to go! Pontifex took it carefully between her teeth, her little head bobbing with it's weight. Out the door and it was time to fly.

Pontifex was not so little now that the path gave her such trouble, she leaped over a small log crossing the trail, and had to stop as a nicely wrapped roll of bread fell from her cargo with a wince. It was okay, no one had seen, she hoped, peering about briefly before setting back off on her way.

There was not so much distance between the two houses, and by the cliff's edge did she briefly stop, to take in the great swathe of water in front of her eyes. How the light bounced from its azure surface! But, she couldn't stop to admire, there was a mission to complete, a task assigned to her that was Very Important.

Down the slope she trotted, through grasses and low brush, squeezing herself through the small gap underneath a particularly thick one.

Their house sat, silent, upon her approach.

Lord Greygrief? Lady Greygrief? Ponti called, to an unanswering domicile. There was no one home, it seemed. For moments she fretted, Mama had bid her deliver this to the Greygrief household. Now what was she to do?

A noise, further along the trail called her attention, and she picked up her cargo and carried on; And there, as it smoothed down onto a sandy beach, was the Lord Greygrief, fiddling with something she couldn't see.

Ponti yipped, around the wicker in her teeth, and trotted along, towards the fiery pelted man with her tail wagging back adn forth.

Arbiter! Mère sent me with zome foods! The little girl plonked her behind in the sand, peering up at his green-eyed face earnestly.

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POSTED: Sun Nov 10, 2019 8:48 pm

The me that you know
Is now made up of wires

On days few and far between did the Lord Greygrief receive a respite. The move had been a tiresome affair, and while Narcissa could outwardly find no issue with their new shared abode, she was still ever the obstinate woman and had certainly not taken particular effort to make things go easy. Raw as things were in the Greygrief household, never were these emotions shown to the public. Their sham of a marriage granted him power, this Andrew knew. It could not be jeopardized.

However, Andrew assumed it was akin to polishing a turd. Despite the fineries they draped their house in, a sham was still a sham.

It was moments of semi-silence like this that the Lord Greygrief had come to enjoy. With none but the breaking of the waves and the chattering of gulls ringing in his ears, and not the incessant nagging of an unsatisfied wife, Andrew could let go. It conjured a feeling in him reminiscent of times long past. Simpler times, before he'd become so hollow.

Fishing was a game of patience. He would sit with his line and pole for what felt like eons, waiting for the slightest nibble. Such activities demanded silence. Calm.

Lord Greygrief!

The child's voice was piercing, but sweet and laced with the purest of intentions. His daughter, she was. He could see it in her temperament, her smile. "Little bird!" Andrew exclaimed. He sat his fishing pole aside and eyed the basket she held between her teeth. "And what is this?" He asked, taking it in hand.

A lovely gift. A lovely girl.

"Did she now?" Andrew quirked a brow. Surely, he wondered if Helena truly put her up to the task. "You are too kind," he said, patting the young girl on the head with rough, calloused hand.

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POSTED: Fri Feb 07, 2020 11:56 pm

Once I rose
Tempered by this noise
All the confusion

He favored her with his smile, and this was the best thing!

She knew, from her mother's lessons, that outside of the tower there was a level of things that were expected from her but though she were still young, she knew that this was okay too. Shied away from the majority of those who desired only the finest of manners and gracious of courtesies, and the Arbiter wearing rough looking clothes that had seen better days but looked comfortable, it did not seem so important that there was dust on her paws, or brambles lost in her fur.

The voice popped, green like his eyes, like the pine boughs that swayed in the breeze, dancing so prettily. It was one of her most favorite colors.

Oui! The little girl barked, wiggling happily as he pet her on the head for her good job. She had been told that the good Lord had been friends with her Mama for a long time now, and she had brought him to Salsola to save his life, but that was a secret and she wasn't supposed to say that to anyone!

She zaid zhat.. zhat, zhere must be busy work today. Zhe 'unters are away, and she zaid zhat she needs to go to Amherst today, and she's going to be gone overnight, so Oi-oi is looking after us. The child prattled on without pause for breath breath, inadvertently passing on the message given to her, unsuspecting of just what information she ferried with her basket of food.

As with all youth however, her attention was hard to catch and harder to keep, her eyes passing to his pole and line, which was now merrily bobbing up and down,

Oh! Your stick is dancing! She peeped, still wiggling with excitement, the itching feeling under her skin growing stronger.

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POSTED: Fri Feb 14, 2020 12:34 pm

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Of course, she had come on her mother's behest, and with a particularly important message as well. Andrew was intelligent enough to know a summons when he heard one, even one so carefully veiled behind such necessary faction work. Helena was a demanding woman, and she desired a specific brand of his company that he so freely obliged.

Pontifex was far to innocent to understand these things for what they were. It was better this way, that she didn't know. She was safe in ignorance.

Andrew made a note to ride toward Amherst. He would give Narcissa some dummy excuse as to why he wouldn't return that night. Andrew often thought that she wouldn't care if she discovered his infidelity, as long as the Greygrief name was not tarnished in light of his transgressions.

Before he could reply, he felt a bite on his line. "Oh!" Following Pontifex's excited observation, Andrew wrenched the rod back to sink his hook.

There.

Line wrapping round his hand, he slowly reeled the fish in. When it breached the surface, he saw that it was no more than a small fry -- too small to make a meal. Still, he smiled like a hunter triumphant. "He's a little guy, isn't he?" he said, taking the fish in hand as he smoothed the fins back. "What do you say we throw this one back?"

A small mercy.

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POSTED: Sat Mar 28, 2020 4:18 am

Once I rose
Tempered by this noise
All the confusion

Whatever he may have said to the unknown message was lost in the excitement of his bobbing fishing pole, and Pontifex crowded closer, keen to see the process of the fish being hooked and wound in from the water.

The anticipation grew, the little girl unable to keep herself quiet, small puppy whines coming from her dark-lipped maw, sunshine eyes darting back and forth where the line was sunk into the murky depths.

Then, with a suddenness that startled her, the fish was free and flopping in the sand. It was a small thing, but she was enamoured of it anyway, for although she had eaten fish many times, Ponti had never seen one still alive with energy to wiggle and move.

Ohhhhh. She breathed, shuffling closer as he bent to show her its glistening body and sand covered scales. Silvery and flashing.

The girl touched her nose to the fish, and then drew back with a little bark,

It's cold! Et 'e's zo zmall.. The fish's jaw gaped, wide and then small again, and wiggled with futile motions in the older man's grip.

'Ee ies very zurprised, I zhink. Oui. Pontifex nodded to the question put to her, of throwing the small fish back. The vibrations in her paws were making her toes almost numb; unnoticed it went, the slow, crawling lengthening of them.

I wish I could catch one too. She mused, as if to herself, whilst looking out at the ocean's swelling waves.

Are you going to catch anozher one? Head tilted to the side as she peered up at him, tail thumping against the damp sand.

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