Requiem Shard

A scrawny courier approaches Constance, redoing the lace of her ponytail lest her red hair is allowed to roam freely. "I have a message for you employer. Do tell him that special order is to be delivered on the corn fields north of the General Store. The interested party will meet him there. O...

It looked so different now, devoid of everything that made that space his. Quincy cast one last look around, nothing but a few pieces of furnishing left behind. Small as it was, the studio fulfilled his every need up to that point. A hand by the doorsill, a timid grin appeared on his lips as he rec...

He watched as the flames flickered high and low, consuming all which was fed into the bonfire by Market Lane. Shades of orange danced on his face as he stood a few feet from the fiery bed. Quincy held a small book between his hands, battered from constant use. The green leather had all but lost its...

He lay in his studio, reclined right below where a painting once briefly stood; a piece only two people ever laid eyes upon and thus it would remain, given it was already slashed and properly discarded. But Quincy didn't dwell on those thoughts too much, even though they kept ebbing to and fro: he ...

Quincy appeared on the threshold, stepping aside to let a tanned man carry a wheat sheaf outside. Mathilda smiled, coming to greet him rubbing her hands on her dress. "Hi, monsieur. No restock, I see?" , she motioned to a small vase, the only thing he was holding. "Would you perhaps ...

Constance motions for Luno to come closer as he's doing business in a nearby stall. "What is it? Did you find something from my list?" . She nods. "What?" . She points to the line where it says "vinegar". "Where?" , she points to Fort Praesidium's southern ga...

He rushed by his stall's doorway carrying a basket ripe with fresh flowers. While Quincy had no intention of dropping by, something caught his eye and he changed his mind. Flies buzzed haphazardly by one crate in the middle. "Mathilda? Could you come here for an instant, please?" . She ap...

Even tacking the list onto the wooden post, Quincy was still utterly swooned by her presence. Hardly three hours had passed since they met and already she had convinced him to open her a shop to sell his wares he doubt would sell. Nevertheless, such a tricky task saying no to lush cascading burgund...

*a few handwritten notes are tacked in high traffic commercial blocks within Fort Praesidium's main avenues, including the Old District's. Each note portrays similar representations of the same cultivated writing, denoting each note to have been written individually as opposed to copied in mass* If...

On disaster-stricken circumstances Thither he lay amidst the gloom, cold and cornered, For company but two bottles, their bellies void; By his own accord, unmistakably quartered; A most prized possession wholly destroyed. Ere a merry stroll throughout the fortified town, Meeting faces young and old...