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trojanhorstOf all the hours in the day, the ones Horst misses the most are in the early afternoon. Ever a social creature, in his youth, he'd usually bypassed most of the unpleasantly early morning hours by sleeping through them, unless he happened to be working a day job at the time and had to show up at an unfashionable seven or eight or nine o'clock to earn his daily bread. He'd liked to sleep in until lunchtime, given his druthers -- and once that was done, there was no better time than the sunny midafternoon to make social calls and go on all manner of adventures with one's friends.
Now, robbed of the better part of his social calendar, particularly on a long summer day like this, it's difficult for Horst to arrange to run into anyone without seeming overly inappropriate. The beginning of his day is rarely much earlier than 10:30, and that assumes he bestirs himself to shower and dress as soon as the sun's finished its nightly set. When it's important, though, you make concessions to inappropriateness in order to see someone, and you make sure you get up early. So tonight, Horst is up by nine-thirty and dressed by ten, wearing his sharpest clothes, looking healthy and smelling faintly of something like apricot or plum.
He slips out of the house while Johannes is busy with the dishes and won't notice, disabling his location on the Taxon map once he's out the door. Johannes is a magician of no small ability, and could certainly scry Horst's location if he wanted to, but Horst doubts he'll bother. He doesn't have enough blood to go scrying for things willy-nilly, does he? Besides, if he magically spied on Horst every time Horst went off to do something Johannes wasn't interested in, his brother would have no time left in the day to do anything he was interested in. It's fair to say they both enjoy a good amount of time apart.
Horst makes his way uptown at good speed, watching the other names on Taxon's map on his tablet, looking to see that one name in particular is still where it was when he left the house. It roughly is.
This part of town isn't one Horst has frequented much yet. He doesn't think any of Taxon's captives live on this street, though it's a nice enough area. Ivy grows up and down a few brick-lined causeways, and there's an open plaza just down the way where several late summer flowers all seem to be coming into bloom. That's where Horst heads, because he can hear the soft chiming of bells and see the silvery shimmer of jewelry-adorned movement, and that means he's come to the right place.
Now, robbed of the better part of his social calendar, particularly on a long summer day like this, it's difficult for Horst to arrange to run into anyone without seeming overly inappropriate. The beginning of his day is rarely much earlier than 10:30, and that assumes he bestirs himself to shower and dress as soon as the sun's finished its nightly set. When it's important, though, you make concessions to inappropriateness in order to see someone, and you make sure you get up early. So tonight, Horst is up by nine-thirty and dressed by ten, wearing his sharpest clothes, looking healthy and smelling faintly of something like apricot or plum.
He slips out of the house while Johannes is busy with the dishes and won't notice, disabling his location on the Taxon map once he's out the door. Johannes is a magician of no small ability, and could certainly scry Horst's location if he wanted to, but Horst doubts he'll bother. He doesn't have enough blood to go scrying for things willy-nilly, does he? Besides, if he magically spied on Horst every time Horst went off to do something Johannes wasn't interested in, his brother would have no time left in the day to do anything he was interested in. It's fair to say they both enjoy a good amount of time apart.
Horst makes his way uptown at good speed, watching the other names on Taxon's map on his tablet, looking to see that one name in particular is still where it was when he left the house. It roughly is.
This part of town isn't one Horst has frequented much yet. He doesn't think any of Taxon's captives live on this street, though it's a nice enough area. Ivy grows up and down a few brick-lined causeways, and there's an open plaza just down the way where several late summer flowers all seem to be coming into bloom. That's where Horst heads, because he can hear the soft chiming of bells and see the silvery shimmer of jewelry-adorned movement, and that means he's come to the right place.
