Phillip (princeupondream) wrote in theblackforest,
@ 2011-01-19 18:10:00

Current mood:	exhausted
Entry tags:	giovannuzza, prince phillip

Who: Phillip and ?
Where: The Village streets
When: Nearing sunset
Warnings: None to speak of

It couldn't be said that Phillip was settling in to his new situation though he had, at least, spent time finding his way about the Castle inasmuch as he needed to. He could now find his way to his room, to the food, and to the stables. He'd also managed to find the right person to ask about having baths brought to his room though he hadn't availed himself of any other 'service' the maid might have provided. Truly, he'd only been in the Castle enough -- once he'd found his way -- these past several days to sleep, eat, and bathe as needed. The rest of his time had been spent riding all over the land surrounding the Village.

He had also discovered that one couldn't just keep riding away forever. No, eventually -- and he hadn't quite managed to put his finger on exactly where the line was -- he always seemed to find himself riding back toward the village even when he could have sworn he'd been riding in a perfectly straight path "away".

Magic, again. Far too frustrating.

He'd ridden quickly, he'd ridden slowly, he'd walked on foot, he'd gone in all sorts of directions, and had even briefly considered (but discarded) the idea of riding backwards. It didn't seem to matter how he went, he still couldn't actually leave.

And so it is that a tired, frustrated, and possibly homesick prince may be seen walking back into the Village as the sun is going down, leading his horse beside him.

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giovannuzza
2011-01-20 07:12 pm UTC (link)

Nights spent in the company of drunks were far more tiresome than even she had expected. There were only so many drinks to spit in, so many filthy hands and faces to slap. It became repetitive. A night off, no matter how frequent she chose to make them, was always welcome.

She chose to spend it wandering around the village. The sun was going down, and people were filtering off the streets and into their homes, where they would dine with their families and bask in the warmth of company. Oh, how she envied them. Once the streets were clear, she'd skulk around in the shadows like a creature of nightmares, peeking in on them; desperately imagining the joy they must feel.

Once the streets were clear, that was. A man and his horse returned from the fields, seemingly in no hurry to make themselves scarce. As they appoached, she reached out to rub a hand over the steed's great, warm muzzle. Horses, they were gentlemen. For more than any man could ever claim to be. And with that thought fresh on her mind, she finally moved her gaze over to the horses' master. As if anyone but a man would consider themselves master over another.

Oh, but this man did. Just look at him. So sure of his own importance. "Good evening, handsome."

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princeupondream
2011-01-21 01:21 am UTC (link)

One of the horse's ears pricked toward her and he planted his feet, stopping, so she would of course be forced to pet him some more. Phillip was a good master, of course, and it helped that he was rather more able to understand what his steed was saying than most men but he wasn't really the sort of horseman who would spend time searching out his horse's itchy spots.

Phillip, lost in his own thoughts, gets to the end of the reins before he realizes the horse has stopped. He blinks and turns slowly to look back at them both. "Sampson says thank you," Phillip said, rolling his eyes at the horse, "and that he'd appreciate you scratching under his jaw, if you'd be so kind."

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giovannuzza
2011-01-27 03:09 pm UTC (link)

Gia would be so kind. She moved to scratch under the horse's jaw at Phillip's suggestion. "Sampson. A lovely name." She was fairly certain she had not seen this horse out in the fields during her explorations. She would remember such a regal-looking creature.

"Is he stabled at night?" She thought to seek him out, were he free in the fields. He looked as though he would make an excellent running partner.

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princeupondream
2011-01-27 05:01 pm UTC (link)

Sampson, for his part, let his eyes go half-lidded and showed absolutely no inclination for moving any time in the next several minutes, at least.

The expression on Phillip's face suggested he thought that an odd question, but he nodded, "typically, he gets fed and stabled for the night, yes." They'd been doing so much riding in the daytime as it was, he'd rather figured Sampson would more appreciate the stall than the field so he could sleep.

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giovannuzza
2011-01-27 05:27 pm UTC (link)

"A shame. Captivity seems so cruel for one so suited to freedom." It made sense of course, Sampson was a prize horse to steal, and equine injuries were rarely conveniently healed. Stabling would be best for him. But oh, wouldn't it be grand to see him run wild?

She patted Sampson's belly. "Food in a stable would be so much better though, yes?" She broke into a rare smile, animals tended to bring out a softer side in her. "Ah, yes."

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princeupondream
2011-01-27 05:39 pm UTC (link)

Sampson snorted and stamped a foot, prompting Phillip to snort a laugh of his own. "He thinks a warm stable and grain every night is rather preferable to living in the wild."

"We do both enjoy a good run though, don't we, boy?" and Phillip scritched the horse's forehead as Sampson let out a pleased whicker.

Phillip tended to get along better with his horse than many humans, too.

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giovannuzza
2011-02-02 06:36 am UTC (link)

Gia raised an eyebrow. "I'd think lesser of you if you didn't." Though really, as he was a man, there wasn't much less she could think of him.

It was becoming increasingly dark around them and the streets clearing of life, save the three of them. Everyone else had retired to the comfort of their homes and the company of their families. Had she the same luxury, she would have done similarly.

"I suppose I shouldn't keep you from your family any longer."

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princeupondream
2011-02-03 09:35 pm UTC (link)

Something chilled in Phillip's gaze before he shook his head. "Trust me, it's not you keeping me from my family."

No, he blamed the Piper for that.

After a moment, he added, in a less harsh tone, "what I mean to say is that I came here with only Sampson. My family is...back there," he waved in a vague direction that meant somewhere outside of this accursed villiage.

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	giovannuzza 2011-02-05 04:21 am UTC (link)
	"Ah. Outside." Gia had nothing to escape to, but in the course of her many runs and general exploring, she'd found that there was no 'away' from the general area. At some point, all things led back to the castle and it's surrounds. "That is most unfortunate for you." (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	princeupondream 2011-02-09 03:16 pm UTC (link)
	"You have no idea," he muttered before making a rather eloquent shrug before Phillip forced a polite smile. "At any rate, I really ought to get this one," he gave Sampson a pat on the neck, "to his stall and dinner before he mutinies." (Reply to this)(Parent)

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