The Savage Storm of Golden Geese

Daegar

"So many flowers, each one wishing to grow the tallest. Bloom the brightest. One by one, they all get plucked." Daegar says with a smile, looking down at the yellow roses that sit in the wattle fence.

"But when they bloom, by the Gods are they beautiful," Oriel replies. "You almost forget they are just flowers, and we are their killers."

Daegar turns to Oriel with a look of intrigue.
"Jasmines and Sunflowers were always my favourite, but I don't discriminate. All flowers are gorgeous in their own right."

"Well you can stay here all day if you want to, don't think yellow roses are all I have here, try to make it in time to break your fast though," Oriel
says with a soft and sweet smile. "I'll speak with you later."

Oriel swings her chestnut hair as she walks away, it is arranged in a loose fishtail, it hid the blonde streaks in the dark, but the instant the sunlight shined on her, you realised how gifted she was from the many faces of God.

The Blackwell's were an odd bunch. In particular Emerick Blackwell, he doesn't seem excited about being the heir of the West, but father says that means he should have it most.

Daegar was particulary looking forward to meet the freshly knighted Ser Josiah Blackwell, the youngest boy, but as fate willed it he was out on duties. What a damned shame.

Continuing past the flowerbeds was a sight impossible to miss, delightful laburnums flourish besides the dying pansy.
Daegar grabs a nearby water bucket and carefully pours it into the soil under the pansy, but there are some flowers beyond saving.

The sun is now out in triumph, taking it's famed position in the sky. The flowers will have to wait.
Daegar walks back into Summerstone where the drawbridge waits for him. The dirty looking man on the Gate Tower waits, he was quieter than the rest. Lesser than a servant, but nonetheless a man.

After Daegar crosses the bridge, the man's weak arms pull it shut. His clothes swallowed his small frame.
"Thank you." Daegar says politely as he continues to the Main Hall to break his fast.

Father sits at the ass of the table, his big appetite having already ran through two plates of charred black bacon and bread. Daegar takes his seat next to him.

Peter doesn't bother to address him.
"Is Amara joining us?" Daegar asks.
Peter chews his food, swallowing it, before biting off another chunk of bread.

"I doubt it, her and Emerick haven't left their quarters since the night." Peter says.
It's hard to understand him with his mouth full.
"They seem to... get on well." Daegar hesitates.
Peter chuckles quietly.
"She'll warm up to him. She has to."

Daegar silently grabs two pieces of bread.
"Eat the place dry, they have more than enough." Peter commands.
"We can count on Rhadryth to do that," Daegar jokes "That boy will never be wed."

"We will see. If he wont do, we will have to wed you. How about the Blackwell girl?"
Peter abruptly asks.
"No, no. A kind, beautiful woman," Daegar admits "But something tells me her heart is already claimed."

"Nonsense." Peter barks, continuing to scoff down his food.
He raises his sasuage fingers and points them at Oriel.
"You see with experience you can tell these things, and you can tell them well. She is unclaimed, untouched! Pure, look at her smile." Peter yells with a bigger grin on his face.

Eisabet walks into the main hall and takes her spot by Peter's side.
"Good morrow, I missed you in the morning." she says softly.

"That you did, me and William were planning a hunt for tommorow. Choosing who will join us, speaking of- do you wish to join us Daegar?"
Peter asks.