Fishing for Information (5/6, Tristan, Fiona)
May 22, 2013 16:18:28 GMT -5
Post by Prince Tristan Carlisle on May 22, 2013 16:18:28 GMT -5
The need for some clarity in the strangeness that was happening to their father made Tristan go to the one source he was likely to find as available for information, his great-aunt Fiona. The lady was running the castle only since his mother’s death, so surely she would be aware of the oddities behind the king’s behaviour that the youngest prince was noticing more and more often whenever he laid eyes on the king. They were fairly random, these oddities, but the latest one that he spotted entirely by accident was what made him blink and head for explanations. His father rarely, if ever, drank any potions, and it was once too many that he noticed his father intake a differently-colored substance at perfectly timed intervals. Was it some sort of remedy he was taking, and what was it from?
Perhaps the Royal Physician would ‘ve been able to answer him perfectly well, but Tristan had noted how tired the young woman looked lately and decided to leave her be to do her job, since it was obvious that most, if not all of those potions came from the young woman’s preparation area. Thus, a consultation with his great-aunt, the one that seemed to be long overdue, either case, and the gardens seemed like a good place for such, considering that he’d been getting what he called a castle fever. Snickering to himself at the term, Tris wandered down one of the garden paths, looking around for any sign of the person he needed. As this was one of the times when Fiona was reasonably free from her duties, he was of the mind that she would likely end up here, as well, though who knew with anyone from his family.
Perhaps the Royal Physician would ‘ve been able to answer him perfectly well, but Tristan had noted how tired the young woman looked lately and decided to leave her be to do her job, since it was obvious that most, if not all of those potions came from the young woman’s preparation area. Thus, a consultation with his great-aunt, the one that seemed to be long overdue, either case, and the gardens seemed like a good place for such, considering that he’d been getting what he called a castle fever. Snickering to himself at the term, Tris wandered down one of the garden paths, looking around for any sign of the person he needed. As this was one of the times when Fiona was reasonably free from her duties, he was of the mind that she would likely end up here, as well, though who knew with anyone from his family.