KieranSoares
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Early winter had set into England, leaves fallen from the trees, but no snow quite sticking yet. The last snow had melted as it was just above freezing outside, but the wind was still biting and harsh, the mud and light Misty rain stuck to everything and the damp and cold seeped into even the hardiest winter clothes. A ways off from London on the quiet countryside, astride a massive forest and on the edge of a small rural town called Southall, stood the Darkwood Estate, its grounds turning muddy and brown as well with the rain and melting snow. The Lord of the great manor, Sir Ashien Vincent Ghis, Cavalry Master and Major in the English military, was away visiting his twin sister Queen Kayla Ghis of Norway and aiding her in a sudden war with the Rus.
Left to look after the three-story manor named for its dark wooden construction was Lady Dylandra, the lord's wife, and the Wolf groundskeeper Kiva and the few housekeepers. Despite the brown and grey of early winter in the isles, Darkwood was warm and welcoming and particularly cheery with a few decorations for Yule and Christmas. But more than the warmth and appearance, there was a joy about the place after the lady of the manor had been visited by a doctor for a minor illness, only to learn she was pregnant with her first child. That had been a week prior and letters had already been sent off to Ashien and other family members in Scotland in Clan Inverness. Upon finding out, the King of England, Henry Beauclerc the First who was close with Dylandra and Ashien, had thrown a small celebration in Dylandra's honor, just for her, himself, his daughter Isabella, and Isabella's husband Sir John Davies who was still very close with Dylandra even after their own romance had ended some time ago.
It was the morning after Dylandra had returned home, and she was sitting in her studio a while after breakfast. While she sketched in a new blank book, her faithful, lazy companion- a great white tiger named Ballas with a purple bandana around his neck- sat beside the arm chair with his huge head in her lap, purring absently just at the contact.
There was a knock on the door, which made Ballas lift his head with his ears perked forward. It swung open halfway, and the dark-furred canine face of the groundskeeper peered in. Kiva, a Wolf long in service to Darkwood, was dressed in dark winter clothes over his dark ruddy fur, and there was a look of concern on his face. "Milady... Ah... There's a child wandering the grounds. I'm not sure how he got in..." He motioned toward the huge studio windows letting in the grey late morning light alongside the blazing firelight.
Outside in the large estate garden, long barren after the growing season had ended, was a small figure wandering the rows of cut husks, looking around himself hopelessly as he saw there was nothing growing anymore. He knelt a few times in the large potato patch to dig, and the one time he did find a potato, it was rotten and unfit for consumption. Even from the second floor, Dylandra could see his clothes were ragged, and he had only a shirt and trousers and no shoes. He looked broad and strong for a five year old, but pale and thin. Kiva looked out at him with clear concern. "I saw him once this summer, raiding the garden... But he was gone before I could catch him and ask where he lived."
Left to look after the three-story manor named for its dark wooden construction was Lady Dylandra, the lord's wife, and the Wolf groundskeeper Kiva and the few housekeepers. Despite the brown and grey of early winter in the isles, Darkwood was warm and welcoming and particularly cheery with a few decorations for Yule and Christmas. But more than the warmth and appearance, there was a joy about the place after the lady of the manor had been visited by a doctor for a minor illness, only to learn she was pregnant with her first child. That had been a week prior and letters had already been sent off to Ashien and other family members in Scotland in Clan Inverness. Upon finding out, the King of England, Henry Beauclerc the First who was close with Dylandra and Ashien, had thrown a small celebration in Dylandra's honor, just for her, himself, his daughter Isabella, and Isabella's husband Sir John Davies who was still very close with Dylandra even after their own romance had ended some time ago.
It was the morning after Dylandra had returned home, and she was sitting in her studio a while after breakfast. While she sketched in a new blank book, her faithful, lazy companion- a great white tiger named Ballas with a purple bandana around his neck- sat beside the arm chair with his huge head in her lap, purring absently just at the contact.
There was a knock on the door, which made Ballas lift his head with his ears perked forward. It swung open halfway, and the dark-furred canine face of the groundskeeper peered in. Kiva, a Wolf long in service to Darkwood, was dressed in dark winter clothes over his dark ruddy fur, and there was a look of concern on his face. "Milady... Ah... There's a child wandering the grounds. I'm not sure how he got in..." He motioned toward the huge studio windows letting in the grey late morning light alongside the blazing firelight.
Outside in the large estate garden, long barren after the growing season had ended, was a small figure wandering the rows of cut husks, looking around himself hopelessly as he saw there was nothing growing anymore. He knelt a few times in the large potato patch to dig, and the one time he did find a potato, it was rotten and unfit for consumption. Even from the second floor, Dylandra could see his clothes were ragged, and he had only a shirt and trousers and no shoes. He looked broad and strong for a five year old, but pale and thin. Kiva looked out at him with clear concern. "I saw him once this summer, raiding the garden... But he was gone before I could catch him and ask where he lived."