Isidore rode swiftly on horseback, through painful brush and bark alike, his cloak flowing behind him like the winds of a tempest. He smacked his horse lightly on the head, his brow furrowing in despair. "Don't go blind on me now, Georgie-Boy!" But his brief exclamation was of no use, as the horse suffered his usual bout of amaurosis fugax. As the horse's legs buckled, Isidore went flying headlong into the outer walls of the Red Dragon Inn, his body crumpled in a mess in the dry leaves and scattered snow.
".....Good heavens....."
Isidore brushed himself off slowly, carefully, while examining the building before him. He exhaled deeply, thinking back to the night prior.
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"Yes, you take the eastern woodland road, until you reach the fork in the path." The woman with dark black hair forced a smile, her arm being tightly held by her newly-wed husband, who was squeezing it rather forcefully, teeth clenched in a fake smile directed in Isidore's general direction.
"I see. And when I get to the fork?"
The black-haired woman fumbled over her words, looking between her husband and the man. The newlywed squeezed her arm, until she rose in her chair a bit, brow raised in surprise. She uttered, eyes wide in pain, "Just keep going!"
Isidore nodded obliviously, even going so for as to take meticulous notes and to draw himself a detailed map. He was dilligent, but also very naive. The couple, his sister and her newly married husband, did not want him at their wedding celebration, an omission to which he was hopelessly unaware and would only come to realize weeks later.
Nodding to the couple, he smiled. "Thank you! These directions should prove most helpful in my safe, secure, and timely arrival at this, the juncture of my sister and her -most- fitting beau's wedding celebration." He nodded, as if to seal the arrangement with amiability.
The couple before him nodded, exchanging distraught glances as Isidore stood, adorning himself with his tophat and scarf in their fitting slots, heading out the door via his usual limping traipse, the weight of his body dependant upon his cane. He raised his voice to his horse. "Come, Georgie-Boy! We sit upon the eve of a grand promenade, as it has been described to me just moments prior." He lead the horse away, deciding to offer it some leisure and himself some exertion as he lead it away down the path he came by.
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Isidore stood from his spot on the ground. His hair was thrown about in a frenzy, hat and scarf scattered several yards away, leaves bellowing out of his coat like a scarecrow. "Georgie-Boy!" he exclaimed forcefully, in a manner of scolding. He glanced behind him at the Inn, squinting slightly, applying his crooked reading glasses to examine the welcoming sign, "Red Dragon Inn."
As he brushed the remainder of leaves from his garb, he tied his horse securely to a post, petting it lovingly. "I'll return shortly."
And with that, spidery and uneven legs, the left supported via his old birchwood cane, lead him up the stairs of the Red Dragon Inn. At the top, he pushed open the door to step inside.
".....Good heavens....."
Isidore brushed himself off slowly, carefully, while examining the building before him. He exhaled deeply, thinking back to the night prior.
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"Yes, you take the eastern woodland road, until you reach the fork in the path." The woman with dark black hair forced a smile, her arm being tightly held by her newly-wed husband, who was squeezing it rather forcefully, teeth clenched in a fake smile directed in Isidore's general direction.
"I see. And when I get to the fork?"
The black-haired woman fumbled over her words, looking between her husband and the man. The newlywed squeezed her arm, until she rose in her chair a bit, brow raised in surprise. She uttered, eyes wide in pain, "Just keep going!"
Isidore nodded obliviously, even going so for as to take meticulous notes and to draw himself a detailed map. He was dilligent, but also very naive. The couple, his sister and her newly married husband, did not want him at their wedding celebration, an omission to which he was hopelessly unaware and would only come to realize weeks later.
Nodding to the couple, he smiled. "Thank you! These directions should prove most helpful in my safe, secure, and timely arrival at this, the juncture of my sister and her -most- fitting beau's wedding celebration." He nodded, as if to seal the arrangement with amiability.
The couple before him nodded, exchanging distraught glances as Isidore stood, adorning himself with his tophat and scarf in their fitting slots, heading out the door via his usual limping traipse, the weight of his body dependant upon his cane. He raised his voice to his horse. "Come, Georgie-Boy! We sit upon the eve of a grand promenade, as it has been described to me just moments prior." He lead the horse away, deciding to offer it some leisure and himself some exertion as he lead it away down the path he came by.
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Isidore stood from his spot on the ground. His hair was thrown about in a frenzy, hat and scarf scattered several yards away, leaves bellowing out of his coat like a scarecrow. "Georgie-Boy!" he exclaimed forcefully, in a manner of scolding. He glanced behind him at the Inn, squinting slightly, applying his crooked reading glasses to examine the welcoming sign, "Red Dragon Inn."
As he brushed the remainder of leaves from his garb, he tied his horse securely to a post, petting it lovingly. "I'll return shortly."
And with that, spidery and uneven legs, the left supported via his old birchwood cane, lead him up the stairs of the Red Dragon Inn. At the top, he pushed open the door to step inside.