Phoenix: Timari's Parlour

Franka wrote:franka had instructed theodora to leave a note on timari's dressing table.

my dearest and favorite niece,

i loved the roses you sent. i enjoyed their company very much. i have sent them home along with a little gift for their time.

and for you, my dear, i have an extra special treat for you. it is in the animal sanctuary. i do hope you enjoy it. i look forward to spending some time there with you. it has been lonely for me and the sheep without you.

i don't think anyone enjoys them as much as we do. please let me know when you have time to go down there with me.

love to you,
aunty franka

Robert_frankel wrote:It had been a while since he had wandered the halls of the castle like this. Sneaking quietly from shadow to shadow brought back pleasant memories of his time playing with Cousin Timari. The thought of her brought a smile to Robert’s face as he remembered their pranks and antics in what seemed like so long ago. A small frown marred the young man’s face now as he thought of the responsibility he had and yearned for the peaceful play that was once his life. Sighing sadly Robert clutched close to his chest the packages he had wrapped delicately and proceeded down the West wing. Hiding in the shadows of plants, pillars and shadowy things at the slightest sound; creeping forward slowly but surely Robert finally made it to the door of his destination.

Crouched thief like the young man looked down the hallways before slowly opening the door with a quiet click. Once inside he made his way to the bed still crouched low and placed the packages wrapped in gold cloth and tied with a small ribbon on it. Thinking back Robert smiled ruefully at the demand Timari had on him. That he replace the pink dress of her’s even though it wasn’t his fault. But no matter how much he had denied fault he could not change her mind. Though he could never really deny her. She was his cousin, his best friend. He loved her dearly and so in the end had given up. However despair nearly tore him apart as she called for a golden dress, one that could not be made but with the finest of materials. So began his search, from market square to market square, warehouses, merchants, wool makers, weavers and tailors he searched for the fabled Golden wool.

Days passed and it was in despair that Robert stumbled upon a small tailor shop. It was the oddest business he had ever seen. For the proprietors were brothers, one a jeweller, the other a tailor. Then lightning stuck him, figuratively. Running into the shop screeching like a banshee (almost) Robert tumbled through the doorway and scrambled right to the started pair. After several minutes of babbling in which he managed to convince them he wasn’t mad, he had finnaly gotten through what he wanted. Now after many days of work the brothers had what he wanted…



Two dresses, gold lace. Spun from the combination of the ore and the finest wool and silk in the lands. Spun into dresses for his cousin Timari.

Aerylin wrote:Aery responds to Timari by leaving a note in her room.

Dearest Timari:

You said to count the number I have injured so that we may compare. I see you have already started. Someone had sent me a message telling me what happened and I heard you were involved. How could you do such a thing? Although we have our differences, I still expected more from you. I can't believe you would attack an innocent civilian, a peaceful traveler. And not to mention my friend. She wasn't even involved in the war. She was traveling to An Caiseal, hoping to have some fun. But you ruined it for her. She is seriously injured.

You said you looked forward to rubbing it in my face how much more you have beaten. Go ahead and rub it in. You hurt an innocent person. Wow. Good job. Simply wonderful.

Lin

Mommikerri wrote:Stopping by her niece's room to give her a hug, she frowns realizing she is not there. Sitting down at her desk, she looks for parchment to leave her a quick note telling her how she loves her so.

Her face turns white as she reads the letter left by Aerylin. Picking it up, she tore the letter to shreds, angered that Aerylin would think that Timari would willingly hurt someone. Timari, despite her silly little antics would never do such a thing as hurt another. Even if a foe. Her Timari would be horrified at hurting someone.

Picking up the scraps of paper, she slipped the torn up letter into her pocket. Picking up the quill, she quickly wrote.

My dear Timari,

I was hoping to see you but alas you are out and about. I wanted to let you know l love you, darling. I can't wait to see you.

Love,

Aunt Kerri

Timari wrote:

Like a flying monkey, Timari flew to her bed, tumbling in the soft gentle comfort of the covers. Yes, the journey had been long and exhausting but the excitement she felt in her heart could not be repressed. She could not contain the growing anticipation that burst through every nerve, every muscle of her body. She could feel the memories in this Castle seeping through the furniture. Instantly like a child, she was reunited with every emotion she experienced here at home. In the bed covers, she remembered the sleepless nights when drama fixed over the Castle she could faintly feel as if a ghost had brushed his cold hand softly over her cheek. In the paintings that adorned her wall, she remembered her home of Bridgewater and how she lived here in England. In everything she reminisced, in everything she smiled with satisfaction. The times have changed but the memories and loved ones inscribed in her soul could never leave her. So that now she was home for ONE reason. Timari was here for another special memory, one that came of the innocence, the freshness of life.

So that until her naughty Aunty "explodes", Timari was left to the leisure times of waiting...waiting...

And DANCING of course in the wait!

Franka wrote:here franka was at timari's door. how she loved her neice, timi. this girl could make her laugh when franka was at her saddest. franka missed timi so much when she was away from home.

she had commissioned a special wreath it was blue and had a peacock on it.



the note read....

our dearest neice, timari,

your uncle davon and i are so happy you came home for henry's birth and have stayed for the holidays. like is always so much more eventful when you are home. have the happiest holidays and best wishes for a wonderful new year.