One Flew Over The ChuChu's Nest [Memory #3] [QUEST]
POSTED ON Apr 18, 2022 19:07:20 GMT
Post by Marianne de Hyrule on Apr 18, 2022 19:07:20 GMT
When Desmond was preparing to head home one evening (hopefully having changed back from his earlier animal form) after a hard day on the ranch, one of the ranch owners approached him, bearing an official-looking envelope with a grin.
Whether the news he brought was a good thing or not could be debated, but he was certainly proud of it. Lord Haakon, one of the highest-ranking ministers in The Queen's employ had requested someone from the ranch to take a look at his horses at his personal stable and to help him appraise a deal he was about to make with a particular breeder from Lanayru. The lord listed some very specific criteria, and the ranch owner was pleased to tell Desmond that he fit them all. He also stressed to him that the Lord was one of their most important patrons short of The Queen herself, and his request was not to be taken lightly. Then again, they were confident that Desmond would bring them pride.
The Lord requested his presence the very next day, and thus Desmond was told that tomorrow he could go straight to the Lord's estate should he wish to, for his work at the stables would be covered. Enclosed within the envelope was a Letter of Approval from the Lord himself, which the ranch owner gave to Desmond before leaving.
And sure enough, inside the envelope was a formal-looking letter, complete with head address and personal seals -the fabulous stuffs. Yet... when he read it the paper had a strange feeling to it, as if it was heavier than it should. The back of the paper there seemed to be... another paper?
Yes there was. Evidently trying to be hidden, another paper had been glued to the back of the first paper, glue which came off easily once spotted. Inside the paper, there was another paper containing an entirely separate letter, this one written in a dainty, cursive handwriting which might clued to its writer as a lady of high standing.
Whether the news he brought was a good thing or not could be debated, but he was certainly proud of it. Lord Haakon, one of the highest-ranking ministers in The Queen's employ had requested someone from the ranch to take a look at his horses at his personal stable and to help him appraise a deal he was about to make with a particular breeder from Lanayru. The lord listed some very specific criteria, and the ranch owner was pleased to tell Desmond that he fit them all. He also stressed to him that the Lord was one of their most important patrons short of The Queen herself, and his request was not to be taken lightly. Then again, they were confident that Desmond would bring them pride.
The Lord requested his presence the very next day, and thus Desmond was told that tomorrow he could go straight to the Lord's estate should he wish to, for his work at the stables would be covered. Enclosed within the envelope was a Letter of Approval from the Lord himself, which the ranch owner gave to Desmond before leaving.
And sure enough, inside the envelope was a formal-looking letter, complete with head address and personal seals -the fabulous stuffs. Yet... when he read it the paper had a strange feeling to it, as if it was heavier than it should. The back of the paper there seemed to be... another paper?
Yes there was. Evidently trying to be hidden, another paper had been glued to the back of the first paper, glue which came off easily once spotted. Inside the paper, there was another paper containing an entirely separate letter, this one written in a dainty, cursive handwriting which might clued to its writer as a lady of high standing.
Dear Desmond,
If you have time, please meet me tomorrow at Crenel Hills western slope, straight East from Castle Town's East Gate. I really, really need your help in some things concerning ChuChu.
This request from Lord Haakon is provided to give a cover story for your absence from the ranch. Lord Haakon and I will handle the rest.
I will be waiting there starting from when the sun is at a lance's height.
Sincerely,
One-Who-Was-Promised-Your-Time
P.S. Please keep this a secret~
P.P.S. If you have other plans for tomorrow, I understand. You don't have to come.
P.P.P.S. Though I really hope you would.
And this second letter did not last long. A few minutes after it had been opened, the ink started to fade. Half an hour later, all that was left was a plain paper. And the original, formal letter from the Lord.
Such roundabout way! Who could this be?
Such roundabout way! Who could this be?
Sure enough, should Desmond came to the place at the appointed time, a certain black-haired Hylian in a traveling attire covered by a crimson cloak would wait for him there. She let her shoulder-length hair swaying freely by the wind, unburdened by tiara or braids which she usually had. Her hands were covered in short gloves, a rarity to her preference of elbow-length gloves, though her cotton shirt had long sleeves which extended past her wrists, and the medium-neck cut of hers contrasted her skin and her clothes beautifully. She looked a little healthier than when they last met at the Arboretum; her skin was not as pale and it seemed that she had at least eaten properly for a few days. A pair of leather skin boots with her trousers tucked neatly in it, and a bow and a quiver of arrows accented white and crimson to match her outfit were slung on her back, completing her carefree, adventurous look. Queen Marianne might be a little awkward in person, but no one could deny her impeccable fashion sense.
Other than her insistence of wearing read cloak wherever she went, of course.
But it seemed that she was in a rather bad mood this morning. At present it was her back which faced west, the direction Desmond was coming from, and she were kicking some small rocks here and there. She looked like someone who was annoyed over something.
Other than her insistence of wearing read cloak wherever she went, of course.
But it seemed that she was in a rather bad mood this morning. At present it was her back which faced west, the direction Desmond was coming from, and she were kicking some small rocks here and there. She looked like someone who was annoyed over something.