Post by Adam de la Bassée on Jun 3, 2023 14:52:38 GMT
The cloister gardens, Saint-Germain-des-Prés Abbe
It was annoying him now, that fickle wind that had once more sent the subject of his painting askew. With the deep sigh of the most imposed upon, the Monsieur rested his brush on the palate and stretched. Winter weather aside, he felt much recovered from the illness that had laid him so low for so long. Smiling and removing the blanket that lay across his shoulders, standing and walking towards the stand of gardening tools and barrow which were his subject.
From behind came footsteps clearly audible, and of such tenor that there could only be one person within the Abbe to make them. Was it time already? Had the request been answered so quickly?
Spinning around, in a poor attempt to startle which resulted in nothing more than a laughing scowl from the Mother Superior. "I do not know why you insist on these games Monsieur, all these months and you have yet to startle me." Handing over a wax sealed envelope, Bishop of the Diocese of Premy. In his hand held the future, a chance to return once more fully healed and ready. Who of his friends remained in the city? News of the outside world had been restricted, yet rumours of grandiose actions and even more grand deaths fighting for France had made their way. The details though lacking.
Looking to the old woman in front of him, a smile and a renewed sense of purpose; "It is time."
It was annoying him now, that fickle wind that had once more sent the subject of his painting askew. With the deep sigh of the most imposed upon, the Monsieur rested his brush on the palate and stretched. Winter weather aside, he felt much recovered from the illness that had laid him so low for so long. Smiling and removing the blanket that lay across his shoulders, standing and walking towards the stand of gardening tools and barrow which were his subject.
From behind came footsteps clearly audible, and of such tenor that there could only be one person within the Abbe to make them. Was it time already? Had the request been answered so quickly?
Spinning around, in a poor attempt to startle which resulted in nothing more than a laughing scowl from the Mother Superior. "I do not know why you insist on these games Monsieur, all these months and you have yet to startle me." Handing over a wax sealed envelope, Bishop of the Diocese of Premy. In his hand held the future, a chance to return once more fully healed and ready. Who of his friends remained in the city? News of the outside world had been restricted, yet rumours of grandiose actions and even more grand deaths fighting for France had made their way. The details though lacking.
Looking to the old woman in front of him, a smile and a renewed sense of purpose; "It is time."