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Saint Anne
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Edmund sat with his eyes closed, his chin on his hands as he knees bounced.
Fidgeting.
It was one of the things the prince claimed could annoy anyone anywhere-- and yet there he sat doing it himself.
"Sire?" His scribe prompted hesitantly. "Do you still need more time to think?"
The blond opened his right eye, peering up at the brunette with distaste. "If I didn't, I would have spoken, wouldn't' I have?" he responded snidely.
"Sorry, sire." The scribe apologized.
Edmund sighed, sitting upright. "Just..." He paused, placing his hands out flat on the desk in front of him, focusing on the space between his fingers as he thought some more. "The Lunarian girl. The healer-- she should still be around. Add her. And Ms. Moore as well."
The scribe nodded, quickly jotting down notes. "That's only two, sire." he prompted.
"I can count." Edmund rolled his eyes. He remained silent for another moment before speaking once more. "Send for my brother as well. He may be able to name another."
"Which brother, sire?" The mousy haired servant asked.
Edmund scowled. "Which brother do I usually go to when I seek advice?" He all but snapped. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry." He apologized to the quivering scribe. "... Eowald." He elaborated. "Have them meet me within the hour- escort them personally if you must."
"Bring them here, sire? To the study?"
Edmund considered it for a moment before he shook his head, standing up. "Have them meet me at the Tailors Den." he instructed. "Should anyone ask, I am assembling a hunting party."
"Yes, sire." The scribe bowed.
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Edmund stood by the door of the Tailors Den, his arms crossed and fingers tapping. It had been nearly an hour since he had sent for the three to meet with him-- and as incompetent as his scribe might be, he knew he was prompt if nothing else.
They would be there soon. And the sooner the better.
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POSTING ORDER::::::
Below is the posting order for this role play. Please keep in order, so that no one is skipped. If you have not found a good spot to jump in yet, wait for your turn, and the person before you in the order will try their best to make an opening. If you can not find an opening by the second go-around, post here to bring attention to the issue.
1. Angel Lass
2. Xylime
3. Huntress
4. Torack
5. Liam van Alkema
Fidgeting.
It was one of the things the prince claimed could annoy anyone anywhere-- and yet there he sat doing it himself.
"Sire?" His scribe prompted hesitantly. "Do you still need more time to think?"
The blond opened his right eye, peering up at the brunette with distaste. "If I didn't, I would have spoken, wouldn't' I have?" he responded snidely.
"Sorry, sire." The scribe apologized.
Edmund sighed, sitting upright. "Just..." He paused, placing his hands out flat on the desk in front of him, focusing on the space between his fingers as he thought some more. "The Lunarian girl. The healer-- she should still be around. Add her. And Ms. Moore as well."
The scribe nodded, quickly jotting down notes. "That's only two, sire." he prompted.
"I can count." Edmund rolled his eyes. He remained silent for another moment before speaking once more. "Send for my brother as well. He may be able to name another."
"Which brother, sire?" The mousy haired servant asked.
Edmund scowled. "Which brother do I usually go to when I seek advice?" He all but snapped. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. "Sorry." He apologized to the quivering scribe. "... Eowald." He elaborated. "Have them meet me within the hour- escort them personally if you must."
"Bring them here, sire? To the study?"
Edmund considered it for a moment before he shook his head, standing up. "Have them meet me at the Tailors Den." he instructed. "Should anyone ask, I am assembling a hunting party."
"Yes, sire." The scribe bowed.
----
Edmund stood by the door of the Tailors Den, his arms crossed and fingers tapping. It had been nearly an hour since he had sent for the three to meet with him-- and as incompetent as his scribe might be, he knew he was prompt if nothing else.
They would be there soon. And the sooner the better.
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POSTING ORDER::::::
Below is the posting order for this role play. Please keep in order, so that no one is skipped. If you have not found a good spot to jump in yet, wait for your turn, and the person before you in the order will try their best to make an opening. If you can not find an opening by the second go-around, post here to bring attention to the issue.
1. Angel Lass
2. Xylime
3. Huntress
4. Torack
5. Liam van Alkema
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