Thread: Estvia (Sundust x Victorian_Virtue)

Estvia's chosen horses were bronze, with chestnut-silk manes and tails bred for their showy appearance, spirited attitudes, and fast strides. White-leather tact was also Estvia's trademark, supplied by the pale sea-lions who litered the eastern shores. White drapery clothed the three horses whose riders spurred, and then heeled their mounts, to intercept the traveling lord. Estvia's insignia was blood-red, stapled upon a field of innocent white, of a rising phoenix taking flight with a snake entwined about it's legs. This coat of arms was seen in several places upon the militia uniform of these three castle guards and their horses. They didn't allow this particular traveler to keep his trot for long. He was battle-worn, and carried an air of business about him. They cut him off and made him stop. Obviously irked by his arrogance, already. One guard removed his gloves to unfold the alleged pass, to inspect the traveler's claim and story. As he straightened the 3x6 piece of paper he also took a good look at this man. The traveler wasn't trying to hide that he was not an Estvian citizen. He was obviously a Lord of some kind, for they had word of his cohort dismissed into the countryside before approaching the borders of the capital city. He wasn't wearing drab clothing, yet nor was he wearing anything fancy. There was nothing about his appearance to cause a spark of familiarity, yet everything about him to cause a spark of caution. Only when the guard turned his eyes to the paper pass and read the travelers name, kingdom of citizenship, and recognized the wax seal of authenticity, did some hint of recognition materialize. This guard nodded his head in acceptence, then. We will escort you Sir, and ensure you are not delayed again. ---- News had already spread quickly, and King Tynd ended his studies early simply to meet and greet their new guest. This lord was not the first to be invited to Estvia's milk and honey. With the war over, there was already a handful of other sword-bearing lords and sellswords who were a few steps ahead of this one. It was the least Estvia could do for those who fought the battle for them. However, under an impulse not surprised to those who closely knew King Tynd, it seemed as though he became distracted into watching the hummingbirds who visited the royal garden this evening, instead of meeting their new guest. So in the King's stead, Queen Lystril was volunteered to formerly greet him. Queen Lystril was a tall, thin lady in her early forties. The deep green dress she wore complimented the cool tone of her fair skin and blonde hair, along with her stunning green eyes and natural blushed cheeks. She had long legs, defined hips, a flat tummy, sizeable breasts, and a delicately elongated face. Estvia's guest didn't have to be escorted for too long into the palace before meeting up with her, either. However it was quite solemn, her mood. It wasn't due towards the visiting lord, as her mind seemed to be elsewhere, but he may have felt the affects of her sadness. Despite a kingdom of milk and honey, they were still not lacking in their everyday trifles. Lystril barely took notice of him, although looking him in the eyes and nodding her head in greeting, Welcome to Estvia's renowned palace, capital of our rich kingdom, and home to King Tynd - ruler and protector of our culture and freedom. You are our Guest, most honored, and we are grateful for your service and aide in our conflicts abroad. Please rest in our luxuries, and indulge yourself with whatever amenities that fancies your pleasures. Lystril raised her hand and motioned towards a waiting servant girl, who stood quitely with her head bowed. She was young, but blossomed, with long dark hair and a round face. Nina will be your servant during your stay with us, and she will help you get settled in and will see to all your comforts.