01-07-2022, 09:26 AM
While there was no need to think of it in such a way, Artashir had come to realise that having Sancia accompanying him made the journey north much more comfortable than it would have been, had he been alone. While he had the coin to dress well, having a ward of such genteel birth as Sancia opened far more doors than he would have thought possible. That, apparently, included the invitation to spend time in the company of the Doaks. Dieppe was one of their final stops on their way along the coast, until they would be able to find a crossing across the channel.
The home they had been welcomed to was, in all truth, rather magnificent for the cold coastline of Francia. After so long along Mediterranean coasts, the journey Artashir and Sancia had taken northwards had been a bit of a shock for both of them. However, Artashir's goal was still waiting on the horizon, and no amount of poor Francian climates was going to deter him from continuing on. After all, he owed it to the girl. And so, he made sure Sancia always had enough furs to keep her warm - she was not going to catch cold on his watch.
One thing that Artashir had become deeply guilty of was believing it was only on Sancia's merit that they were able to find these gracious hosts, entirely ignoring the fact that he was not exactly unrecognisable in certain circles. While mathematics was not exactly a subject of choice in Europe, there were enough people who could maintain a conversation on the topic. Hopefully, that included the Doaks.
Their arrival had been fairly ordinary, after the discomfort of the road up from Rouen. Artashir had dozed off a few times on the route, and the dull ache in his neck reminded him constantly of the awkward positions he'd fallen asleep in. Finally, however, they were within the walls of Dieppe, and steadily making their way up to the Doaks' compound. The man stepped down, straightening his tunic a little - he was not going to greet his hosts looking scruffy. After he adjusted the dark mustard wool of his cloak, he offered out a hand to help Sancia, then began to walk, with her by his side.
It seemed that they would not be alone for the evening. As the man looked around the gardens, he caught sight of an unfamiliar man. Artashir's eyes fell on the stranger, and offered him a quick smile and a brief nod of his head. Perhaps, had he been a little more observant, he would have thought that the man was waiting. However, he was focused on the girl beside him. "Alawnik, make sure you relax tonight, we have a very long journey ahead of us."
The home they had been welcomed to was, in all truth, rather magnificent for the cold coastline of Francia. After so long along Mediterranean coasts, the journey Artashir and Sancia had taken northwards had been a bit of a shock for both of them. However, Artashir's goal was still waiting on the horizon, and no amount of poor Francian climates was going to deter him from continuing on. After all, he owed it to the girl. And so, he made sure Sancia always had enough furs to keep her warm - she was not going to catch cold on his watch.
One thing that Artashir had become deeply guilty of was believing it was only on Sancia's merit that they were able to find these gracious hosts, entirely ignoring the fact that he was not exactly unrecognisable in certain circles. While mathematics was not exactly a subject of choice in Europe, there were enough people who could maintain a conversation on the topic. Hopefully, that included the Doaks.
Their arrival had been fairly ordinary, after the discomfort of the road up from Rouen. Artashir had dozed off a few times on the route, and the dull ache in his neck reminded him constantly of the awkward positions he'd fallen asleep in. Finally, however, they were within the walls of Dieppe, and steadily making their way up to the Doaks' compound. The man stepped down, straightening his tunic a little - he was not going to greet his hosts looking scruffy. After he adjusted the dark mustard wool of his cloak, he offered out a hand to help Sancia, then began to walk, with her by his side.
It seemed that they would not be alone for the evening. As the man looked around the gardens, he caught sight of an unfamiliar man. Artashir's eyes fell on the stranger, and offered him a quick smile and a brief nod of his head. Perhaps, had he been a little more observant, he would have thought that the man was waiting. However, he was focused on the girl beside him. "Alawnik, make sure you relax tonight, we have a very long journey ahead of us."
