De Pooh Family/Pandora/Bisciye

Bisciye

2020-11-08 20:07:00

Her men did not like Pandora’s antics, and became less trustful of orders. Being a young lady has made it bitter for the men to be interrupted on their fun for sneaking into the coronation. No battle was fought, and they believed that Pandora had followed false orders to Nascot. They were convinced that being spoiled by the riches of being a noble, would not possibly understand the difficulties of sacrifice. They soon bickered over orders between arriving at Clermont or Bisciye.

“Orders were to station at Clermont.”
“No! You fool, you’re going to march us to death.”
“Nobody is going to be stationed at Bisciye!”
“My wife can pummel all of your wifes’ faces.”

Pandora was deeply upset by this, but decided to keep her eyes on the cold dark trail uprooted by enormous trees. It was daytime but the shade created by the high tops of overlapping branches had severely limited the amount of light reaching the ground. A few of her men tripped over some roots, only to curse at a pagan god and quickly recover from their steps.

There was a clearing of the woodlands, transitioning into grass field. Seeing multiple tents, Pandora was relieved. She let her men settle in a tent of their own to rest, and led her horse to the fence where other horses were able to be refreshed with running spring water. Pandora gave her horse a gentle head rub before leaving.

Pandora had her blade sheathed made into her belt. Besides the soft chain mail layered over her torso and under the military coat, she was rather unprepared and cold. The tips of her ears had turned pink and you could see her breath condense whenever she spoke. She entered what seemed to be an occupied tent with a knight and his squire.

“Ser, I am Pandora de Pooh Dame of Bescanon- my men have just arrived from Nascot. Are there any rations left for my men? We are on our way to Clermont at sunrise.”

Daario Vulparan Tent

2020-11-09 01:15:06

The space was cozy and cold kept out by the fur that prevented the breeze from entering. Pandora had recognized the name of the noble whom exchanged letters with from her first few days of becoming a dame. The chance of meeting by chance always loomed in the back of her mind, but could not fathom it happening in the moment.

Daario Vulparan had much softer features than she had imagined, though she was correct that he was very tall. Upon examining his features, she noticed an intensity to his gaze that emphasized the fullness of his long brown lashes and brows.

She hesitantly looked down at the hand reaching out to her, not fully understanding the gesture. Curious, she glanced at his squire’s reaction for a cue. Was he nervous for her to make contact with a respectable knight like Daario?

His presence had made it bearable for Pandora to carefully take off both her gloves to avoiding adding abrasion to her hands. Her palms were slightly roughened with redness where her finger joints and palm met from the trip.

She holds onto Daario’s hand lightly, while he nudges her in a back and forth motion to hand shake. Pandora did not want to make eye contact as she was shameful and content from the brief moment of shaking hands. In comparison to Daario’s hands, Pandora’s fingers were slender, smaller and colder. The warmth of his gesture warms up her hand slightly in the process and she was thankful for it.

2020-11-10 07:30:53

As Daario let go of her freezing hands, Pandora’s evasive gaze came back to trace the tip of his fingers to the back of his head. The young squire dare not to move an inch but looked terrified as Daario reaches for the bottle and two glass jars. When Pandora tried to make eye contact with the squire years younger, his eyes looked hollow.

As Daario pours a golden drink for her from across the tent, Pandora was reminded of the alcohol she had tasted at the coronation; she was keen about the foul taste but conflicted about the bottle’s honey-like hue. Daario’s gesture compelled Pandora to momentarily sit on the dark chair paired next to a heavier fancy piece of furniture almost big enough for two. She stared into the bottom of the full glass for a good minute while she could feel Daario’s heat radiating from across the table.

Pandora lightly sips- and an immense burning in the back of her throat goes down. Daario was a good friend: he had sent her reassuring letters, was well respected amongst his peers, and was kind enough to ask Pandora to use his first name. Yet, her stomach could not settle. Perhaps it was the missing rations. Pandora encountered alcohol before and she was determined not to humiliate herself. Sluggish. Why did a mere glass take so long to finish? Daario’s careful observation did not go unnoticed as they exchanged glances.

Pandora finishes the rest of the glass by holding her breath and closing her eyes. Down everything went. Pandora starts feeling her heart thump faster while a healthy glow comes back. An agitation stirs in the back of her mind. Pandora gets up carefully, giving it a few seconds for her eyesight to settle and track the floor.

“Daario, I- I have to tend to my men. I have to go.”