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Post by hrsegrl on May 10, 2007 19:45:46 GMT -5
The courier was used to this area. He had grown up in Fort but had moved to Bitra after a short stay at Fort Weyr. He found Bitra was more his style of living. He didn't have to think about anything much, nothing more than gambling on races and this job he had on the side. The Lord Holder had assigned this Hold to him on purpose. He had come in well dressed as usual but the middle aged man was far from good looking.
The Steward was first to come and greet the balding man. "Ah, well you see, I can't be giving this message to no one but the Lord or Lady." That had been a strict order. A strict order from Lord Haydrin meant a stricter one from Lady Jazira.
"If'n you don' mind I'd somefin to eat whilst I wait..." It had been a long journey after all.
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Post by thedreamerlady on May 10, 2007 20:38:30 GMT -5
Lady Sulia was alerted nearly the minute the messenger arrived. It was one of the rare times she was actually in the Hold, and not out gallivanting across the countryside with her Court, but when she learned the messenger was from Bitra of all places, she was glad she'd not gone off this time. Striding down the hall with her trademark smile, she was quite the dear when she arrived.
"Indeed, make sure he has some food." Responded she, glancing at her Steward. "Wine as well?" Without even a pause, she continued. "Would you like to take a rest before leaving again?"
She then strode forward, and gracefully offered her hand. Sulia wasn't extending it to shake- she wanted him to pass her the letter he had enclosed for her. Though the Lady probably wouldn't slap him if he actually touched her, you never could be too sure with her.
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Post by hrsegrl on May 10, 2007 20:48:04 GMT -5
The man looked upon the young Lady with a smile on his face. She was a curious one eh? He held the letter out away from him, towards her. He wouldn't dare touch a Lady. No siree that'd get ya in trouble.
"Don' mind if I do." He followed the Steward towards the Kitchens, leaving the Lady to read the message. In carefully written letters it read:
Lord Merrek and Lady Sulia of Fort Hold
You are cordially invited to a Midsummer Gather by Lord Haydrin and Lady Jazira of Bitra Hold. The Gather will host all manner of craftsmanship and will be host to not only some rather fine Harpering but also Runnerbeast Racing.
Please respond as soon as you are able. To meet your needs we must know who will be accompanying you and please do send the admission fees for the Runnerbeast Racing if you intend on competing. The rate is the same as usual.
Graciously,
Lady Jazira
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Post by thedreamerlady on May 10, 2007 22:05:12 GMT -5
As the man left, Sulia examined the letter carefully, her smile growing broader as she realized what it meant. Clapping her hands excitedly, the woman spun in a circle of joy. Looking around quickly to make sure no one was there to make a joke, she giggled when she saw no one there.
Realizing she needed to tell her husband quickly(After all, this was exciting news, and they would need to decide which Runner's were racing), Sulia smoothed down her dress, checked her jewelry, and glanced down to make sure her clothes were appropriate, she smiled again, and scampered off(looking as dignified as possible) to find Merreck.
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