[ show her, that is. the fields and gardens are beautiful, in the early spring. even with the chaos of the antaam invading antiva, it had not stopped nature from taking its course. spring roses are beginning to bloom, along with buttercups beginning to dot the fields. lilies are next, though the different varieties appreciate different levels of sun. his garden of different varieties of nightshades were housed in a locked greenhouse, to which only he has the key... though that is beginning to bloom as well.
he's about to say as much when the waiter makes his appearance again, setting two wine glasses and a bottle of wine (corked, as is viago's preference, along with a wine opener). he removes his hand from teia's only to allow the waiter room to do so, in addition to taking their orders. a simple Bolognese is his order, declining anything special or any additions. truth be told, he doesn't pay attention to the proferred food specials, too distracted from watching the curve of teia's dress as she refamiliarizes herself with a menu she has seen a dozen times.
he's half convinced she's tipping forward on purpose.
when all is said and done, viago uncorks the wine himself. it doesn't entirely satisfy the paranoia; after all, he has killed many a mark with corked bottles of wine. so he pours it evenly, adding a different clear liquid to each glass. seeing no real change, he sets the bottle down to take a sip of his wine.
he rarely drinks. a crime, for an antivan. but addiction to the drink runs through his veins on both sides; viago prefers to think with a clear head, and not take the risk. still, a single glass will not kill him.
probably. ]
The countryside is relatively peaceful. [ he says after a moment, setting his glass of wine down to frown to himself. ] The Antaam are spread thin, but most of their forces seem to be focused on Treviso and Antiva City. There's coin to be had in Salle, but nothing compared to the royal palaces and the ports. [ at least, judging from the quasi-panicked letters from his father demanding his assistance. in response, viago had sent an envoy to the royal city; teia was far more important than the king, and therefore treviso got him in person. ] So once this is done, I will take you.
[ it sounds absolutely divine. locked away in a cottage in the middle of nowhere with nothing but teia and the flowers for company. he doubts he would even get out of bed. ]
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[ show her, that is. the fields and gardens are beautiful, in the early spring. even with the chaos of the antaam invading antiva, it had not stopped nature from taking its course. spring roses are beginning to bloom, along with buttercups beginning to dot the fields. lilies are next, though the different varieties appreciate different levels of sun. his garden of different varieties of nightshades were housed in a locked greenhouse, to which only he has the key... though that is beginning to bloom as well.
he's about to say as much when the waiter makes his appearance again, setting two wine glasses and a bottle of wine (corked, as is viago's preference, along with a wine opener). he removes his hand from teia's only to allow the waiter room to do so, in addition to taking their orders. a simple Bolognese is his order, declining anything special or any additions. truth be told, he doesn't pay attention to the proferred food specials, too distracted from watching the curve of teia's dress as she refamiliarizes herself with a menu she has seen a dozen times.
he's half convinced she's tipping forward on purpose.
when all is said and done, viago uncorks the wine himself. it doesn't entirely satisfy the paranoia; after all, he has killed many a mark with corked bottles of wine. so he pours it evenly, adding a different clear liquid to each glass. seeing no real change, he sets the bottle down to take a sip of his wine.
he rarely drinks. a crime, for an antivan. but addiction to the drink runs through his veins on both sides; viago prefers to think with a clear head, and not take the risk. still, a single glass will not kill him.
probably. ]
The countryside is relatively peaceful. [ he says after a moment, setting his glass of wine down to frown to himself. ] The Antaam are spread thin, but most of their forces seem to be focused on Treviso and Antiva City. There's coin to be had in Salle, but nothing compared to the royal palaces and the ports. [ at least, judging from the quasi-panicked letters from his father demanding his assistance. in response, viago had sent an envoy to the royal city; teia was far more important than the king, and therefore treviso got him in person. ] So once this is done, I will take you.
[ it sounds absolutely divine. locked away in a cottage in the middle of nowhere with nothing but teia and the flowers for company. he doubts he would even get out of bed. ]