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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2019 17:54:25 GMT -6
The FoxES' Romp Cissnei ❦ @larsa 
Cissnei had finally found herself in a quiet study away from the party. She had taken to exploring the capital building. She grew weary of the people and took to reviewing the books that lined the shelves here. Books had always given her a strong sense of comfort, but today was not interested in reading one. She wanted to play a game of wits and was curious if anyone would bite. She pondered for a moment as she turned to look around the room. There was a comfortable sofa and coffee table. Further in the corner there was a desk. A smirk touched her lips as she reviewed the books again.
She selected a book titled “The Secret Garden” and purposely placed it openly on the coffee table. Her eyes watched the door for a moment, but no one seemed interested in the study for the moment. She smoothed out her red skirt as she took a seat at the desk. She grabbed a bit of the paper in one of the drawers and a pen out from the ink well. She tapped her chin with the pen and thought about what to write. The brief message revealed itself on the page. “The path that lies between the angel’s gaze and the gentle stream will reveal a flora’s intimation.” Not her best work, but it was a good start.
She folded a bit of the paper and placed it down her blouse to hide it. She capped the pen and wrapped it thinly in a handkerchief. She placed it in her evening gloves. Readjusting her black mask with black feathers, she moved to the Secret Garden book on the coffee table. Gently the note she just wrote was tucked into the book, sticking out. She had to make the game obvious at first.
With one last look at the book, she opened the door and rushed to the garden to hopefully lay her next clue for the person.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 30, 2019 22:32:36 GMT -6
The young lord had been at the party for at least an hour now, and rather than just sitting at the table, he had learned that there was a rumor about someone who had decided to start a game of wits. He did not know who the person was that started it all, for what he had heard made it seem like a mere rumor. Nonetheless, the young lord decided to see if it was just something that was mere talk or if it were something worth his time. He did admit he did like using his intelligence to solve such things. He was actually hoping this wasn't just some mere rumor. He was told that he should take it upon himself to go investigate the study down the corridor. He didn't see anyone walking down the corridor, so it was safe to say that everyone was still in the Ballroom enjoying the dancing and festivities. He saw double doors to his left at the center of the corridor. This must be the study that the gentleman was talking about. Larsa thought to himself, his mask sitting firmly on his face; his cape moving behind him as walked up to the door. He quickly opened seeing if anyone was inside. There was not anyone there but himself.
Larsa took a look around deciding to take a good look. The gentleman had mentioned that there would be a clue of some sort somewhere within the study. It was up to him to find said clue. He quickly looked around, taking note of the sofa as well as the desk within the room. The young lord doubted that someone would hide the clue in the cushions of the sofa. He then pondered for a moment, examining the bookshelves. They could have hid the clue among one of the book on the shelves ... However, if this was supposed to be a game, searching all of these books would be too strenuous for the challenger and would run out of time. No, they would want to make it more obvious. At least for the beginning of such a trial, Larsa thought, now making his way over to the desk. There was a book sitting on top of the desk called 'The Secret Garden'.
Larsa also noticed a thin piece of paper sticking out of it. He smirked lightly as he took the paper from the book, revealing its contents. "The path that lies between the angel’s gaze and the gentle stream will reveal a flora’s intimation.” He read it aloud to himself. He had to wager a guess, this was talking about somewhere out in the gardens. He quickly placed the thin piece of paper after folding it into his pant pocket. He then exited the study, closing the door behind him, not wanting to make it seem like someone was in here when they shouldn't be; then headed for the Garden. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2019 20:42:41 GMT -6
The Foxes' Romp Cissnei ❦ @larsa
Cissnei did not dally with the crowd. She politely greeted people as she moved through the halls but did not stop. At least, not until a set of stained-glass doors stopped her. She took a deep breath and pushed the doors open. The afternoon sun beamed inside the building and shined over the greenery of the garden. Cissnei took another breath as she walked forward. This time the scent was filled with flowers and the gentle perfumes of the ladies in the garden.
Once more, Cissnei nodded to the guests politely and engaged in brief chatter as she made her way to her destination. She found the fountain in the center of the garden. It was a beautiful ivory statute of an angel in flowing robes, her wings relaxed. She sat gazing out lovingly as she leaned against a water fall, which was where the water flowed for the fountain. There were four winding paths in each direction of the angel. However, the angel’s gaze looked lovingly down a cobblestone walkway of the garden. Cissnei lightly followed the path enjoying its beauty and weather. The roses here were well tended to, and the path led to a single stone bench for one to just relax and enjoy the scenery.
Across from the bench the hedges were trimmed low and one could see the small pond and the gazebo at its edge. It would take a bit to get over there, but it was in plain view. Cissnei smoothed her dress so her skirts would better fold beneath her. She took her pen and paper from their hiding spots and began to write yet another riddle on the paper. “I stand elegant and tall with plenty of company. When you gaze upon my form, the world you can see.”
Cissnei gazed upon the gazebo for a moment longer. She saw the men and women gather there with their parasols and beautiful masks. But alas, she could not dally. She had to think of yet another spot to place a clue. She quickly headed out down the path again, however the bottom of skirt got caught on one of the rose thorns. She tugged and kept moving, but a bit of red fabric was snagged still in the bush.
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