A rubbish Story for Devon: [Lance & Raven: Part one.]

Lance pulled back his shoulder length black hair into a low pony, then went back to writing.

It is the year of our lord 1485, and the warm summer breeze has brought many things this year. One of which is my horse, Torrent, the some of the others, are supposedly far more interesting.

A new family has been summoned to court, and they are of course, the buzz of the season. Everyone has made arrangements to meet them right away. I am less enthusiastic of their arrival.

-Lance De Viant

June 6th, 1485

Lance laced the quill back into the inkwell and left the book open so that the fresh ink could dry. He leaned back in his chair only momentarily before picking the quill back up and adding to his entry.

I am to ride and train with the youngest son this afternoon. All arranged by our parents of course. I hope he can ride. I don’t think I can stand to baby-sit an inexperienced rider. Especially one who I do not choose to accompany.

-Lance

Lance, reread the entry then stood, satisfied with what he wrote. He supposed he should make ready for his afternoon ride. He also supposed it would be smart for him to put on a shirt. And some pants.

He walked to his open closet and took a pair of dark grey breeches, a white linen shirt, and a sky blue tunic. He closed his eyes as he pulled the loose shirt over his head. Lance looked down at the tunic and breeches which her now on the floor. He wondered if he could manage to escape his prior engagement and sleep instead.

Lance, preoccupied with thinking up excuses, did not hear the door to his bedroom door ease open. “ Good day! I am Raven of Maidel. Your mother said I could come up- Oh.” Lance turned to see a boy, much shorter than him with wavy blond hair, blushing in his doorway. Lance assumed the boy had not been expecting to see him in only a shirt. He also supposed the boy should learn how to knock. “Perhaps I will return in a moment” Raven stammered before retreating, quickly pulling the door closed behind him.

Lance stared at the door for a moment before walking back to his note book.

I believe I had made quite the impression on the boy already

-Lance.