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Saint Anne
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[OOC: Sorry guys! I've been working 12 hour shifts-- and I move to Orlando next Sunday. I'll try to be on a bit more. ><;]
The blond prince waited for this small 'hunting party' to split up before leaving himself. He already had his supplies ready to go, having never really bothered to unpack from his trip to the Port.
He made his way back to his own quarters, not bothering to speak with anyone else as he went, opting instead to retire early to bed. They would have a long, tedious journey ahead of them. Something told him he would need all the sleep he could get-- as he wasn't expecting much from that point on...
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The crowned prince was up and dressed for the road before the sun was up. The moon had already made its retreat below the skyline of the city, leaving the area shrouded in the eerie purple glow of day's first light.
He finished setting his tack to his horse, having taken the liberty to prepare his brothers as well. He had selected two more horses for the ladies, when they arrived. A silver mare with black specks-- fleabitten they called the coat-- with black socks. The other a well broken appaloosa, who wouldn't spook easily.
On his hip he had a small leather case, holding a rolled map and compass. On his opposite hip, a sword. He was no good with a bow-- though he was hard pressed to find a worthy dueling partner when it came to blades. The only real issue he had was his blind side.
He had a small yet secured case of crystal vials, filled with various colored elixirs. Some would help keep him awake, others nullify poisons. It was a hobby of his-- and a useful one at that. Odd items aside, his horse bore a standard load-- a knapsack and simple tent, folded into a make shift saddle, a few blankets and cook ware. A couple lengths of rope and a hooded lantern-- complete with a spare bottle or two of oil.
For a 'hunting trip' he had packed heavily-- and for the long haul.
The blond prince waited for this small 'hunting party' to split up before leaving himself. He already had his supplies ready to go, having never really bothered to unpack from his trip to the Port.
He made his way back to his own quarters, not bothering to speak with anyone else as he went, opting instead to retire early to bed. They would have a long, tedious journey ahead of them. Something told him he would need all the sleep he could get-- as he wasn't expecting much from that point on...
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The crowned prince was up and dressed for the road before the sun was up. The moon had already made its retreat below the skyline of the city, leaving the area shrouded in the eerie purple glow of day's first light.
He finished setting his tack to his horse, having taken the liberty to prepare his brothers as well. He had selected two more horses for the ladies, when they arrived. A silver mare with black specks-- fleabitten they called the coat-- with black socks. The other a well broken appaloosa, who wouldn't spook easily.
On his hip he had a small leather case, holding a rolled map and compass. On his opposite hip, a sword. He was no good with a bow-- though he was hard pressed to find a worthy dueling partner when it came to blades. The only real issue he had was his blind side.
He had a small yet secured case of crystal vials, filled with various colored elixirs. Some would help keep him awake, others nullify poisons. It was a hobby of his-- and a useful one at that. Odd items aside, his horse bore a standard load-- a knapsack and simple tent, folded into a make shift saddle, a few blankets and cook ware. A couple lengths of rope and a hooded lantern-- complete with a spare bottle or two of oil.
For a 'hunting trip' he had packed heavily-- and for the long haul.