On the 18th of February, a lone ship sailed into the harbour of the Crown City. It was a small sloop with elaborate decorations and ornaments. The latter, despite made of gold, remained stained and murky. The ship's sails were tattered, its hull littered with barnacles and moss. A simple flag flew in the wind from the ship's mast, a pair of fabrics in yellow and black. Though down below at the aft of the ship, a different black-blue-silver banner signified the ship's commission and owner.
The sailors cast their ropes to the pier where the vessel was secured proper. Soon after the captain gave the clear, a pair of women emerged from below the deck. One mother seemingly in her twenties, the other a little girl. The older led the younger down the plank onto the pier and exhaled a long, drawn-out sigh. She looked over at the harbour district: the aged buildings, the entrance to the Obscure Oyster and the ruined Imperial Palace in the distance. Much has changed.
The two walked down the Regalian streets to the park, where the mother opened up a solemn, abandoned door. The sign "L. Road 10" hung above the property, though within, it was riddled with webs, dusts, the nests of different vermin and piles of rubbish.
"We'll have to clean up."
The daughter nodded silent, her dark-red locks bobbing along with her head. Her attention shifted over the pile in front of a counter. There, she reached to pick up a golden brooch, in the shape of a Hinterlands raven. She turned to her mother questioning, though the other was busy. The daughter instead returned her attention to the pile. To her eyes, it was all garbage. Though amidst the filth shone up memories, memories of an age far past.
"Can I wear this?"
She asked her mother, lifting a bent circlet. It was made of silver, though smudgy and stained already, with a cracked blue sapphire encased in its middle. The older one took the piece and shook her head firm.
"This ... belongs elsewhere."
The woman then moved upstairs, the wooden stairs creaking. She blew the dust off a shelf and settled the circlet amongst a good number of memorables. On its right sat a teapot, its ceramic blue body decorated with a set of golden poppies. On its left remained a dagger: elaborately forged and with the Coen crest engraved in its metal.
"The maid will arrive soon, honey."
She returned to her daughter. The woman rushed to the pile of garbage to pick through it. Her gown wasn't in the best shape, though she still seemed to be dressed in pristine Imperial fashion. From the pile, she withdrew a wooden box, in which two additional brooches sat. One shaped like a pair of keys, made from silver and paired to meet each other in the middle. The other was golden, a four-winged cross where each end blossomed into an ornate lily.
She removed each from the box and plucked them up by the left side of her chest on the chest-piece of her gown. She then turned to her daughter, her posture straightening and a sense of pride washing back to her face.
"I have an old acquaintance to meet."
Relevant tags:
@MonMarty @Mooffins @Film_Noir @BillyTheScroofy @Tiber_ @darkarely @TyrolleanEagle @Wumpatron @LumosJared @Shayin @TheBioverse @SupremeCripple
