Thread: Change and Stasis (Candy_demon21 & Greeneyed23)

Sir Isaac. He shook his head. it was as if everyone knew him. The people in the market had been startled that a knight was out shopping for himself but Isaac of course had no squire and he disliked the idea of servants so he always did his own shopping as Sir Timothy had, or had had Isaac do. He had been happy to exchange tales of produce with the sellers, ideas of animal husbandry with the meat sellers, and the juice merchants were delighted to learn that he often used some of their techniques for his master who had taken to drinking the non-fermented juice of fruits and vegetables in his later years to aid in his digestion and health so Isaac had as well and had come to love it. He abhorred wine and spirits so while he polite and quite charming to the wine merchants he did not buy from them though they were also rather impressed with the young knight. Isaac was returning home with all of his purchases, several boxes laid out on a small hand cart he pushed before him when the young lady in waiting arrived at his door. He cocked his head and spoke. How can I help you? making the poor girl jump and squeak in fright. Sir Isaac? Yes.... My lady Princess Elizabeth wishes to honor your fallen master and yourself with a banquet this evening. Isaac blinked then slowly nodded remembering his lessons. i would honored to attend. Thank your lady for me and tell her I am grateful for such a gracious invitation. She nodded then looked in his boxes and noticed several wineskins. Sir Isaac...is now a good time to...indulge? He arched an eyebrow not understanding then saw her eyes flicker to the wineskins and smiled. oh no. Not wine. Non-fermented juices. Seeing her puzzlement he opened one which smelled a touch tangy but also very sweet. Apple juice. Would care for some? She hesitated. You have a cup while I put these away then I shall get my swords and I shall escort you back to the palace. She blushed but nodded as Isaac opened the doors and lead her to the kitchen while he carried most of the boxes in refusing to let her help. He set the boxes down and then got her a clean cup and filled it with the juice. Enjoy. While he put the juices and meats in the coolbox fed by the small spring under the house then put the other things away she sipped the juice and found it delicious. She still drank neatly and daintily but also with fervor and by the time he returned in a clean outer tunic with his swords in place she had drained the cup. She chattered about how wonderful it was as he walked with her to the palace where they walked right by the same guard who had taken these same swords earlier. The guard ignored them though he did partly yearn for the swords which were entirely unique. Sir Timothy had been a man of exceptional gifts and abilities, designing and building his own house, crafting his own weapons and armor as well as repairing them, and also reading and writing heavily and he had found a kindred spirit in Isaac who could do all of that and more , so encouraged by his master. These swords had been Isaac's gift from Timothy. Isaac had forged them himself but instead of going to Timothy as first believed they had been presented to Isaac as his personal weapons. The one on his left hip was solid black with silver ornamentation, mostly the wolf's head as that had been the crest of Sir Timothy's family. Even the black blade, thin almost to strangeness and edged only on one side, was etched with wolves. It was an exceptionally tough sword though and could and had cut through even armor. Timothy called it a katana from books he had read. The one on Isaac's right hip, also a katana, was solid white with black ornamentation, also wolves, and had matching etchings on the blade. Timothy had called them Ying and Yang and Isaac adored these swords and though they were battle ready weapons and could do much damage he rarely used them as they his prized possessions, tending to fall back on his training katanas which he still had Timothy having encouraged his student to use the style that suited him and combine the aspects of the others not force himself into a single style. Now back in the throne armed as a knight should be he bowed to the royals, thanking them for their kind invitation and accepting with gratitude while the lady in waiting had scurried off to inform her lady once they had reached the palace proper.