Lucia somehow had gotten stuck with taking Taylor's dog for a walk. How this could be her job, out of everyone who worked for her soco she didn't know. It also seemed like being Taylor's guide would be enough for the dog to get his energy out, but no Taylor apparently wasn't being sent on enough errands. She would be sure to tell Carlo what she thought of that.
However, Lucia had to admit that strutting through the streets with a large dog did give her an air of confidence that she rather enjoyed. People cleared in front of her, but whether it was from the dog, or her status as Carossa's daughter, or from the knives that she let people see she kept on her person (she had a few more in more hidden places), it was a bit unclear. Still, having a path cleared for her as she made her way through the streets of Neocante was enough to make her hold her head, and her chin, just a bit higher.
A horrid, phlegmy cough stopped her internal theme music. The dog, unfortunately, seemed to be drawn to people in need and so he tugged Lucia towards the flubbering man. He didn't really look like he came form Neocante or from her homeland of Calor, he was far too schlubby looking. The man looked so sad though that Lucia took some pity on him and decided to deign to speak with him.
"Are you lost?" She thought this was the most pressing thing to ask since a destination could rid her of his presence the quickest.
The man blew his nose and hacked a cough into his own robe, not minding the string of mucus that hung from his left nostril down to his collar after he was done. "I'm afraid so."
Impatient for the man to get on with it, Lucia asked, "Well, where are you trying to go?"
"I...I'm not sure," fumbled the man before a goopy tear sloughed down his cheek. "I'm from a different land and our princess was taken by pirates. I was sent by the king to help find her."
At this, Lucia's ears perked up. Despite his grimy appearance, this man was clearly someone of importance elsewhere. Connections with power, no matter how far off, were alwasy something her soco valued. "Perhaps I could be of assistance. My name is Lucia Carossa and I know this city like the back of my hand."
The man wiped his hand across his nose before sticking it out to shake her hand, "I'm Toby."
Holding in her cringe, Lucia shook his hand. "Now, if your princess was nabbed by pirates, we'd most likely hear word of her down at the docks." Lucia turned to leave and then said, "Come along." She'd meant to be speaking to the dog, but it was clear that Toby also needed the guidance.
As they approached the docks, they walked along the beach. Upon seeing the sea, Toby stopped walking and began to sob pathetically. "If only the Guardians had looked after Princess Ava that day...If only I had!"
Lucia was not one for comforting slobbering babies, so she just stood there and watched his tears follow the rivets of his sagging face and into the sea.
The instant that the tears hit the sea, Lucia noticed a moving shape in the water. Soon, a being of some kind emerged. She would normally say a human, but something about him spoke of an otherworldlyness.
"You have called out to the Ocean. What concerns do you have for my watery domain?" gurgled the being.
"Oh, thank you! Praise be to the Guardians!" cried Toby in the delight of a child who had been awarded a sweet after being injured, a terrible practice in Lucia's opinion.
"I know not of these Guardians. Perhaps this does not concern the Ocean." The gurgling being made a move to turn around, but Toby grabbed him and spilled the whole story about the missing princess who had been taken and was now asea. "Perhaps the Ocean can be of help."
Now, cultivating a relationship with something as powerful as the ocean was certainly something soco will be proud of, thought Lucia, perhaps there are benefits to walking this dog.
(Prompt by Maria Nikolaisen)
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However, Lucia had to admit that strutting through the streets with a large dog did give her an air of confidence that she rather enjoyed. People cleared in front of her, but whether it was from the dog, or her status as Carossa's daughter, or from the knives that she let people see she kept on her person (she had a few more in more hidden places), it was a bit unclear. Still, having a path cleared for her as she made her way through the streets of Neocante was enough to make her hold her head, and her chin, just a bit higher.
A horrid, phlegmy cough stopped her internal theme music. The dog, unfortunately, seemed to be drawn to people in need and so he tugged Lucia towards the flubbering man. He didn't really look like he came form Neocante or from her homeland of Calor, he was far too schlubby looking. The man looked so sad though that Lucia took some pity on him and decided to deign to speak with him.
"Are you lost?" She thought this was the most pressing thing to ask since a destination could rid her of his presence the quickest.
The man blew his nose and hacked a cough into his own robe, not minding the string of mucus that hung from his left nostril down to his collar after he was done. "I'm afraid so."
Impatient for the man to get on with it, Lucia asked, "Well, where are you trying to go?"
"I...I'm not sure," fumbled the man before a goopy tear sloughed down his cheek. "I'm from a different land and our princess was taken by pirates. I was sent by the king to help find her."
At this, Lucia's ears perked up. Despite his grimy appearance, this man was clearly someone of importance elsewhere. Connections with power, no matter how far off, were alwasy something her soco valued. "Perhaps I could be of assistance. My name is Lucia Carossa and I know this city like the back of my hand."
The man wiped his hand across his nose before sticking it out to shake her hand, "I'm Toby."
Holding in her cringe, Lucia shook his hand. "Now, if your princess was nabbed by pirates, we'd most likely hear word of her down at the docks." Lucia turned to leave and then said, "Come along." She'd meant to be speaking to the dog, but it was clear that Toby also needed the guidance.
As they approached the docks, they walked along the beach. Upon seeing the sea, Toby stopped walking and began to sob pathetically. "If only the Guardians had looked after Princess Ava that day...If only I had!"
Lucia was not one for comforting slobbering babies, so she just stood there and watched his tears follow the rivets of his sagging face and into the sea.
The instant that the tears hit the sea, Lucia noticed a moving shape in the water. Soon, a being of some kind emerged. She would normally say a human, but something about him spoke of an otherworldlyness.
"You have called out to the Ocean. What concerns do you have for my watery domain?" gurgled the being.
"Oh, thank you! Praise be to the Guardians!" cried Toby in the delight of a child who had been awarded a sweet after being injured, a terrible practice in Lucia's opinion.
"I know not of these Guardians. Perhaps this does not concern the Ocean." The gurgling being made a move to turn around, but Toby grabbed him and spilled the whole story about the missing princess who had been taken and was now asea. "Perhaps the Ocean can be of help."
Now, cultivating a relationship with something as powerful as the ocean was certainly something soco will be proud of, thought Lucia, perhaps there are benefits to walking this dog.
(Prompt by Maria Nikolaisen)
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