Korvaelis Dahshida
Taking a soft bristle brush, Korvaelis began brushing his brown hair upward until he got every strand into one hand. He was quick about putting it into a bun and tying it off with a silky red ribbon with a sloppy bow that fell about his head, showing how lazily he had done it. He enjoyed having long hair. When he used to swim, Korvaelis enjoyed the heavy feeling of wet hair on his head whenever he would get out of the water. He also enjoyed the way it felt when water would pass right through it. But the moment the hair dried up and tangled, something that happened anytime water touch his thick hair, there was a problem. The problem being a young man never wanted to do it. While brushing it, he was careful not to touch his tangled ends that presented themselves like tousled curls.
It was an early morning, however, just before the sun had peaked its face over the mountains and shown itself to his mountainside home, a noble related to his deceased husband had shown up. A patronizing man whose looks were very much similar to his stepson’s own; synnekar avialae being what they had in common the most. Korvaelis couldn’t remember why he was up so early yet seeing a man of his status approaching his home caused him to change his clothing in a hurry with a panicking heart. Usually, a silk black robe would be worn in the presence of a household member of Dahshida to pay homage to the house itself and his deceased husband. The color itself was a way to mourn Akiba and to display his status as a widower. This was not mandatory, Korvaelis just wanted to show the family his sorrow. Everything was so fast, he wasn’t thinking correctly. The druskai opened his closet and chose the most beautiful sapphire robe. The under part of it was thin, white, and almost see-through if it weren’t for it being layered on top of each other. The top part was thick with a lovely cross collar and an embroidered lapel with a single hanging jewel piece to show his wealth. The sleeves were almost like an inside-out undergarment with the white fabric covering the silky blue one.
He greeted his distant family member in this robe, following customs to properly greet the man who only nodded and asked to take Aki. The conversation, if you could call it that, was brief and ended in no time. Korvaelis could not say no, he knew why he wanted to take Aki. It was because Korvaelis wasn’t a good enough parent to teach him everything he needed to know. The brief meeting was hours ago at this point, but the dowager couldn’t exactly get over it. His mind was overwhelmed with thoughts of everything he had done wrong at this point.
“The Dahshida can see right through you.” He said to himself in the mirror before placing his hands on his hips and heading out the house. He had some work to do today.
Kalaui, his large red guard dog, was now in heat and his boys could not stop hounding for days. Being in this field for a while, he just knew that the louder the howls, the stronger it was at this point. Stepping out, he began heading down the rocky road of his house to where he kept his dogs, the silk robe dragging right behind him. This wasn’t the sort of outfit he would work in, but the chances of another noble approaching his house are infinite at this point.
Taking a soft bristle brush, Korvaelis began brushing his brown hair upward until he got every strand into one hand. He was quick about putting it into a bun and tying it off with a silky red ribbon with a sloppy bow that fell about his head, showing how lazily he had done it. He enjoyed having long hair. When he used to swim, Korvaelis enjoyed the heavy feeling of wet hair on his head whenever he would get out of the water. He also enjoyed the way it felt when water would pass right through it. But the moment the hair dried up and tangled, something that happened anytime water touch his thick hair, there was a problem. The problem being a young man never wanted to do it. While brushing it, he was careful not to touch his tangled ends that presented themselves like tousled curls.
It was an early morning, however, just before the sun had peaked its face over the mountains and shown itself to his mountainside home, a noble related to his deceased husband had shown up. A patronizing man whose looks were very much similar to his stepson’s own; synnekar avialae being what they had in common the most. Korvaelis couldn’t remember why he was up so early yet seeing a man of his status approaching his home caused him to change his clothing in a hurry with a panicking heart. Usually, a silk black robe would be worn in the presence of a household member of Dahshida to pay homage to the house itself and his deceased husband. The color itself was a way to mourn Akiba and to display his status as a widower. This was not mandatory, Korvaelis just wanted to show the family his sorrow. Everything was so fast, he wasn’t thinking correctly. The druskai opened his closet and chose the most beautiful sapphire robe. The under part of it was thin, white, and almost see-through if it weren’t for it being layered on top of each other. The top part was thick with a lovely cross collar and an embroidered lapel with a single hanging jewel piece to show his wealth. The sleeves were almost like an inside-out undergarment with the white fabric covering the silky blue one.
He greeted his distant family member in this robe, following customs to properly greet the man who only nodded and asked to take Aki. The conversation, if you could call it that, was brief and ended in no time. Korvaelis could not say no, he knew why he wanted to take Aki. It was because Korvaelis wasn’t a good enough parent to teach him everything he needed to know. The brief meeting was hours ago at this point, but the dowager couldn’t exactly get over it. His mind was overwhelmed with thoughts of everything he had done wrong at this point.
“The Dahshida can see right through you.” He said to himself in the mirror before placing his hands on his hips and heading out the house. He had some work to do today.
Kalaui, his large red guard dog, was now in heat and his boys could not stop hounding for days. Being in this field for a while, he just knew that the louder the howls, the stronger it was at this point. Stepping out, he began heading down the rocky road of his house to where he kept his dogs, the silk robe dragging right behind him. This wasn’t the sort of outfit he would work in, but the chances of another noble approaching his house are infinite at this point.
12th of Glade, 120
