Post by ST Alex on Dec 17, 2010 0:08:39 GMT -8
Adelmair sits, slugging down ale as fast as he can pour with shaking hands. His friend eyes him from across the booth…
“What is the matter with you, Adel? You’re drinking a weeks worth of wages.”
“And it’s not enough. I’m in so much trouble, Nicholas. I lost the pomegranate.”
Nicholas pushes up his mask and stares at Adelmair in shock.
“You what?”
“I don’t know what happened! Who’d want to steal the Winter Pageant’s ceremonial pomegranate? What’s more, they left something in it’s place!”
Nicholas tilts an eyebrow, intrigued. “What?”
“It’s a golden apple. Most beautiful piece of workmanship I’ve ever seen; it can’t be real. It’s solid though, I don’t think there’s anything in it. Just, poof goes the pomegranate and a golden apple appears in it’s place. Makes me think faeries are trying to tell me to stage a different play!”
Nicholas ponders it, rubbing his chin.
“We don’t need a staging of the Trojan war here in Venice, thank you. Master Talbot would have my head for even suggesting it. What did you do with the apple?”
“Right now, it’s hidden. I’m working up the courage to go to the Master of Revels and tell him what happened. If I’m lucky he won’t sentence me to the glass island.”
“What is the matter with you, Adel? You’re drinking a weeks worth of wages.”
“And it’s not enough. I’m in so much trouble, Nicholas. I lost the pomegranate.”
Nicholas pushes up his mask and stares at Adelmair in shock.
“You what?”
“I don’t know what happened! Who’d want to steal the Winter Pageant’s ceremonial pomegranate? What’s more, they left something in it’s place!”
Nicholas tilts an eyebrow, intrigued. “What?”
“It’s a golden apple. Most beautiful piece of workmanship I’ve ever seen; it can’t be real. It’s solid though, I don’t think there’s anything in it. Just, poof goes the pomegranate and a golden apple appears in it’s place. Makes me think faeries are trying to tell me to stage a different play!”
Nicholas ponders it, rubbing his chin.
“We don’t need a staging of the Trojan war here in Venice, thank you. Master Talbot would have my head for even suggesting it. What did you do with the apple?”
“Right now, it’s hidden. I’m working up the courage to go to the Master of Revels and tell him what happened. If I’m lucky he won’t sentence me to the glass island.”