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« Last post by guest165 on November 13, 2018, 05:21:49 am »
In Character Date & Time: Friday, 20th November UUY 1, mid-afternoon
Rain pattered unrelentingly on the window panes as a damp black nose pressed against the cold glass, a heavy sigh blossoming forth from the narrow snout to fog the inside of them with a pair of twin plumes. It simply wasn’t fair that it had been clear and sunny all week, and now that school was done and the weekend begun, he was being forced to stay inside for something so mundane as the weather. Even the dripping branches of the sprawling forest beyond his bedroom window seemed to beckon to him, wondering why he wasn’t out there frolicking among them, climbing and exploring as he so often did any chance he could get.
Idris Canawyr wondered the same thing himself, but the only answer he got from his nursemaid was that he would catch a cold. This hardly seemed like the worst thing in the world, as it would mean getting to skip tutoring while he was ill.
Then again I guess it would kinda suck a little.
With another blossoming sigh, the young vulpine heir pulled away from that window, letting the thick curtains fall back into place to cover the view that only seemed to mock him. With the great outdoors cut off from him, the only recourse left was to entertain himself indoors. He knew his sister Tesni would be far too busy with whatever she was doing – probably thinking about boys, eugh – to play with him, and his brother Neirin was typically helping their father with the House’s affairs, seeing as he was most likely the next in line to inherit the title as eldest of the trio. Idris definitely didn’t want to ask his nursemaid or his mother to play with him, as either of those choices would likely put his idle paws to work, and after spending all week working on his lessons, the last thing the young pup wanted to do was more work!
Glancing around his room, there were the various books on the shelves – most of which he’d already read – and of course a reasonable variety of toys that he’d explored to doldrum at this point. He wished he had a computer like Tesni, but apparently he wasn’t yet “old enough” for such a thing, being only allowed to use one while doing his schoolwork. He’d have loved to play some of the games he’d heard about from other kids, but there simply was no remedy for it, and as his mother would say, he simply had to lift his chin and carry on.
Such a thought made him scrunch up his furred features into a tooth-baring grimace as he stuck out his flat tongue in an expression of annoyed disgust. He caught sight of his face in a nearby mirror and the ridiculousness of it was enough to make him utter a brief bark of laughter, wiping the expression from his face and bringing a little more cheer into his green-gold eyes. “Okay, okay, I guess Mum does have something of a point,” he admitted aloud, reaching up with a paw to scratch along the back of his black-striped neck.
The gesture seemed to help him think, as his inner ruminations soon turned toward the space outside his room, particularly as his belly added its grumbling to the mix. Lunch was long gone by this point, but it wasn’t quite time for dinner either, as that was still a few hours away. Normally he’d have just gone to the kitchens and asked for a snack and listened to the various staff as they chatted amongst themselves, but today such sitting still seemed absolutely intolerable.
Time for some ‘takeout’ then, Idris decided, already slinking towards his bedroom door. There were no footsteps in the corridor beyond that his large black-edged ears could detect, so he slipped out with a silent twist of the handle and shut it behind him with equal stealth. Everyone would assume he was just in his bedroom until dinnertime anyway, but no sense breaking that illusion with a carelessly ajar door!
Padding barefoot down the halls with intimate familiarity – for what child didn’t know the way to where the food was by heart? – it wasn’t long before the black and white kit was slipping into the kitchens, where the staff was already starting to bustle in preparation for dinner now that lunch had been thoroughly cleaned up. It wasn’t just his family that was being fed, Idris knew, but also all the people who worked here at the manor, along with any guests that might show up, and even those who would have otherwise went without. He’d visited the Capital once with his brother on some errand, and still remembered the hungry eyes of some of the beggars he’d seen in the shadows.
It had been a good reminder of just how fortunate he was.
Such a thought was pushed from his mind as his nose caught wind of some freshly baked rolls sitting on the counter. These he soon realized were the kind stuffed with meat and cheese, and sometimes other savory things. Saliva gathered in response and forced him to swallow before he made a mess, and he swiftly ducked between the various countertops and tables to snatch up a couple of cloth napkins from their neatly folded pile. Fortunately his still short stature made him nigh invisible among the adult throng far too busy with their own affairs to worry about a small furball underfoot, and Idris was quick to take advantage of this by snatching and stuffing a good handful of those rolls in his makeshift bags. He found a skin of freshly pressed apple juice from their orchards to go with it, and with those ill gotten goods in his possession, the young scamp was quick to egress from the kitchens and back into the corridors, making some haste to get far away from the scene of his ‘crime’.
Filled with wanderlust due to being denied access to the world beyond those walls from the weather, Idris’ already moving feet took him in new and unusual directions with some amount of alacrity in his escape. By the time the young fox stopped to catch his breath, he realized that he had no idea where he was, as he’d never seen this part of their home before. It wasn’t dim and dismal by any means, but the lighting here was sparser, showing it was some lesser used portion of the manor than what he was used to.
Curiosity beckoned him onward, for getting to see something new – and possibly forbidden? – was almost as exciting as getting to run around outside. At the very least it was something new, and definitely what the child was craving after a week of monotony.
Most of the rooms he peeked in didn’t seem very interesting – largely empty spaces and the odd spare bedroom – but one finally did catch his interest enough to make him open the door fully to peer inside. It seemed to be some kind of storage room, filled with various odds and ends stacked and leaned into various corners and arrangements. It was pretty dim inside with the only light coming from the western facing window, the dust motes glistening in the air showing that nobody had been in here for quite some time. It seemed like the perfect place where he could enjoy his snack in peace, so Idris slipped in and shut the door behind him, eyes quickly adjusting to the dim ambience.
Various trinkets and antique figurines drew his attention as he wandered through the room, already having brought out one of the meat rolls to munch on as he did so. Curious fingertips brushed over details and shapes, leaving behind trails in the gathered dust on those items exposed to the still air. It was enough to make him sneeze occasionally, but not enough to deter him from that illicit exploration even slightly. It was like being a treasure hunter and finding a long lost trove! No way was he going to quit over a little dust!
Idris was halfway through his second roll when a glint of something golden caught his eye on the side of the room opposite that window. One ear cocked in curiosity as he made his way over, munching all the while. A large dust cloth covered whatever it was, and without a second thought the kit reached up with his free hand to tug at the canvas drape until it came slithering down into a puddle before what turned out to be an antique and ornate mirror. It was pretty big – at least as tall as him – and had clearly been made for someone with pretty elegant tastes.
Of course, being a child, Idris cared little about such details, for upon seeing his reflection in the polished surface mid-munch on the roll, he couldn’t help but make a ridiculous face with bared teeth in a playful growl, soon after cracking up and inadvertently spraying some half chewed crumbs on the surface. “Oops.” Normally he wouldn’t care too much about cleaning up such a mess, but today he knew it might give away his little adventure, so after shoving the rest of the roll into his mouth – which left him looking just a bit more chipmunk-like – he took the last roll from the first napkin and started to use that to clean the brilliantly polished surface in an effort to restore it back to its former lustre.
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