Poster: Patrick Frasier
Post # 17
Sale of Horses
The stable boy from The Thistle arrives, carrying a missive from one
that occupies a room there. The seal upon the missive holds only
the wax symbol of Poseidon, but within will read what he wishes to know,
if he desires to open it. The stable boy was paid well for his
My Lord Patrick Frasier,
I trust this missive finds you in good health, and not annoyed to
receive a missive from one you do not know.
My name is Anthea Gaia Drakos of Greece, and I am newly arrived
upon Heathfield. My home, for now, is within the rooms above the
Thistle, and I hope you will agree to the business arrangement I wish to
conduct with you.
Upon the death of my tutor, he willed me five Arabian horses:
One male, three females, and now a pony. They are good
horses. The stallion has won many a race in England, and I hold
the ribbons for his victories. The mares have had their own luck
with races, but not as good as the stallion, Arabian. One mare has
recently given birth to a male, but the father is not the male I own,
but one within Scotland, but a pure bred nonetheless.
I am sure you are wondering why I wish to sell such exquisite
animals, and I shall answer that thru this missive as well. I fear
horses. Not to pet them or walk by them, but to sit upon something
so high up to me is something I do not desire. I wish they have
good homes, for Angelos loved them very much, and was anxious to see the
birth of the foal, but unfortunately found an untimely death.
Within this missive is pictures of the one male, and three
females, unfortunately I do not have a portrait of the pony recently
arrived. But he is healthy, but of course if you are interested,
your own expert can check upon the health of all animals.
I thank you for taking the time to read this, and wish you a good day.
Anthea Gaia Drakos
The sun had dipped into the horizon, bringing Anthea to end her walk but
still enjoy the vast colors of red, yellows, and oranges of the
beautiful sunset. A smile bloomed along full lips, lips wet from the
cold and licking, but a smile none the less as she moved within the
thistle. Slippered feet barely made a sound, but the sound of silk
rustling could be heard as she moved about, with slender fingers to
remove the hood of her cloak and enjoy the warmth the Thistle had to
Patrick Frasier looked every part the nobleman in a comfortable way.
There was business within these lands that had him here this day to late
evening. Once evening arrived he came to the tavern for a good cooked
meal as only Hazel could provide such as the Colcannon bake. With a full
stomach and a cup of tea for the later hour, he was comfortably
situated in a wingback chair in front of the hearth. Hair was neatly
combed back left in a tail at the nape of his neck. Charcoal pants with
a muted gray pinstripe, white dress shirt with a vest of black and boots
that were finely tooled made up his attire. The cup of tea was set
aside as another came within the room and had him rising to his feet as
he turned to greet whomever. That whomever was not one he knew as the
greeting was polite nonetheless, "good evening Miss."
Perfumed oils, and fragrances never attracted Anthea. But the smell of a
cool night did linger upon her form, and bring her to desire another
walk as soon as she could. Slippers of black were slightly damp from her
walk this evening, but her apron gown of dark blue and crimson held no
stains, perhaps a bit at the hem, but she cared not. She loved nature,
and if her hem was a bit tattered, torn, or dirty, that only meant her
walk had gone very well. The animals she had checked when she visited
the Zeus, as well as enjoying this land, but for now did her silent
strides move about the tables only to hear a low tone from one she would
guess as a man. "Good evening, my Lord.." Eyes of silver took
in the gentleman, and he did look noble, thus did she address him so.
But to smile, she offered that as well, as she does with most.
Training had been taking up much of her time, but finally, Gemma had a
night to herself. Tonight, she dressed casually, leaving mail behind,
and exchanging it for form fitting leathers. Blue eyes were bright as
she headed inside the tavern, looking forward to a drink and maybe
catching up with her family later. Her cloak was removed and hung on a
hook, dotted with flakes of snow that quickly began to melt. She turned
to take in the tavern commons and her face lit up. "Patrick. It's
good to see you." It had been too long in her opinion. "Good
"Although I'm not here that often, you have an air about you as one
new in town." Perhaps it was the way she was moving about the
tavern as if to get her bearings in discovery of it. "I am Patrick
Frasier of Falkirk manor and Racetracks." Usually one well situated
within the lands would recognize him for most have been to the
racetracks at least once. A smile eased politely and then lifted a bit
more as another came within he knew. "Good evening Gemma, it is
good to see you here. Company is most welcome, please, a drink to be had
and comfortable seats." Which he indicated all the empty wingbacks
near where he stood. "This is the Lady Gemma." Giving way a
glint to green eyes for the title and to watch her reaction with
He was right on the nose. For her time on these lands had been short,
very short. "Yes, new I am, my Lord.. Anthea Drakos, a pleasure to
meet you Lord Frasier.." A seat was spotted near the fire, the
warmth licking at her cold features, and she to turn slightly with that
smile to be gifted to the woman as well. "A pleasure to meet you,
my Lady.." A polite nod of her head was given, praying silently the
ringlets that did decorate her dark tresses would not be frozen in such
a way. She spoke no more, her tone soft and light held their tongue, as
she let the two speak. They obviously knew one another, and she would
not interrupt a conversation if one would take place. Eyes of silver
gazed upon the fire.. watching the orange and red flames dance along the
wood, and Anthea to leave her mind blank as she did find comfort within
the seating of her choice.
She made her way to the bar in the meantime, her hand resting lightly on
the Empowered Sword at her side, a habit that she didn't notice. Patrick
had her giving him a look filled with laughter, though she tried to
scowl at him. Lady indeed! "A pleasure to meet you, Anthea, and if
you are new, welcome to the Realm. I'll join you in a moment, as soon as
I have my drink." And she turned to Alex, requesting a glass of the
potcheen punch, peach flavored. Once the drink was in hand, she headed
for the hearth and one of those comfortable chairs. "A good place
to be tonight."
He may well look the prim and proper noble but he was far from such a
stodgy facade. "Patrick will do just fine, but if you get to meet
my older brother Neale, you can address him by his Lordship or Dukeship,"
obviously teasing but would hope such would happen to his brother if he
managed getting out. "Gemma is our Lady Knight so Dame would
actually be more appropriate if we were to stand on protocol but we
rarely ever stand on it, in fact we are more apt to stomp on it."
Words were lace with the obvious humor as they both joined him and once
seated, he retook his. "Welcome to the lands Anthea, have you
traveled far? Do you plan to keep traveling or set a spell?" He had
the letter she wrote but first would be pleasantries.
"Of course, Patrick.." Mental note was taken of this man, and
his name.. as well as his brother being a Duke. She had never met such
royalty, so if she never met one she would be happy. She was nervous
around the gentry, as her deceased tutor had called them. Gentry and
nobles. "Patrick and Gemma.. I shall remember.." The warmth
was filling her soul, the flames warding off the chill and bringing
Anthea to finally, and slowly removed leather gloves from each digit,
placing the leather gloves upon her lap with a smile bestowed upon the
Patrick.. "I am originally from Greece, but with the Turks there,
my mother set me to live abroad... and to stay.." She could not
keep the sparkle from orbs of silver, as she gazed to both.. "These
lands are gorgeous, perhaps set a spell if I am allowed."
"It's easier to remember without those titles." She grinned,
settling back in the chair to relax. "Have you been traveling long
then?" She smiled again as she thought of her family's coming to
Heathfield. "It is a good place to settle, with plenty of room to
roam if that's what you desire."
"I would agree with your assessment of the lands as is of her
sister lands," as he would put that in for Ballicastle. If he was
to say anything more, he deferred to what Gemma spoke up on, "here
I will agree too." Leaving her to answer Gemma's question without
plying her with more and possibly making her uncomfortable as in
"I have been traveling for ten years, Gemma. First Europe, mostly
Scotland and France... once I was in London for a brief stay, only due
to my tutor wishing to sell some horses... but now I find myself here,
and seem to have fallen in love with the land.." Softly was her
words spoken, but she did gaze to the fire almost as if she could see
her homeland within the flames. "I do miss Greece, and shall always
call it my homeland.." She would love to stay here, of that she
held no doubt.." Yes, Gemma, I would love that... to call a place
home without the judgement some fools doth give to me and my
kind.." She only had one problem.." I have horses I do need to
sell. I only need a cart and mule for my own transportation.."
"That's a very long time to be traveling." She had done so for
several years but it was by choice not need. "I'm sure a buyer can
be found. What sort of horses are they?" She glanced at Patrick
then back to the woman. Knowing the type might give them an idea who she
could talk to.
"That's pretty much how myself and my family felt about Scotland
after we first moved here. In time, there didn't seem to be much
difference between the lands there and here other than it was far safer
to raise a family here. We could always go back to visit the
landholdings we still have in Scotland." He was mussing as her
words hit a chord. "A decade of wandering.. unless you are a gypsy
at heart would wear on a soul that needed roots, stability." Being
Gemma once more asked on the horses, he gave a nod as he curious to hear
"Oui, Gemma.. a long time, but my tutor demanded I go where he
went, and when he died, he sent me to Paris to stay with another tutor
until he passed away as well.." How could she explain her
biological father? She couldn't explain that she did not know.. "I
am nay a gypsy, only a girl that grew up at the side of her tutors..
they felt my place was with them always.." Now to business, well to
the horses.. I was willed Arabians.. fine horses.. Five in total.. one
is a stallion.. three are mares.. and one a pony I believe you call it,
that was only born last week, but nay by the stallion.. my tutor loved
them dearly, and knew I would not sell them to just anyone.." And
she wouldn't.. but here, on these lands, she trusted the horses would go
to good homes.. "They all have names but the pony.. but that too
could change if the new owner wished it."
"You had some stability then." Which wasn't a bad thing.
"Though it left you alone in the end. If the pony is from one of
the mares, it would be a foal. It's healthy?" She didn't buy horses
but she knew those that did and so did Patrick.
"Hopefully your tutors were old men or you would be gaining a
complex." The deathly prodigy or something to that tune. "I
was not really implying you were one," she had misunderstood his
meaning but that could easily happen. More the meaning was if she was a
gypsy, she would love such a life wandering. "I would like to see
them, if they are in good health, I will buy them from you if you set a
fair price." Perhaps a good rate for buying them all. "For you
see, I not only run the family stables, I run the racetracks and we can
always use ones for racing or for breeding. There is also the need of
extras for the Hometown Race. I can personally assure you, on my name as
a Frasier, that they will be treated very well by me and my staff."
"Oui.. both were elderly, and both like my heart uncles.. missed
they are and shall always be.. but yes Patrick, many thought more then
what was there with Shawn, for he was handsome till the day he
died" Twitch of a grin.."Handsome and gray they were, but
loved both of them.." She had loved both, but life always comes to
an end and one most move on.."I adore the gypsies, but to roam as
they do, no.. I tend to love to set roots, to finally settle and call a
place home.." She was excited to sell them, happy to finally have
them off the ship and on stable ground for more then an hour or two each
day.."I have it on good authority they are in good health, but of
course would wish you to see that for yourself.. as far as price, I am
ignorant on how to sell such live stock.. but would trust you.."
She knew Alexos would be happy, she trust Patrick would be a good
owner.."I also have several olive trees, if any wish to buy them..
I am afraid.. I do not have a trade, but to sell what I have would be a
She had little or nothing to add so she fell into listening while she
sipped her drink. Olive trees? She wasn't certain they'd thrive here but
"Then I shall give you an idea. An active racing horse starts
at five hundred coins. If they have winnings, that amount is
tacked on. If they have been doing exceptionally well then they would
start at a higher price of say seven or eight hundred, possibly even a
thousand as a top winning horse went for not long ago. Where do you have
them stabled and when would you like me to look them over?"
To say she was confused would be an understatement, thus did she smile
as she spoke. Holding her hands out briefly to feel the warmth, and
knowing she would never be truly chill free. Ahh .. now she understand
his question. "They are stabled upon the Zeus.. my tutor's ship. I
go there three times a day to walk all five, so they get exercise, but a
ship is no place for such beauty to be held.. and when you can look them
over, I can be there.. or you can go to the Zeus alone if you so
desire?" The captain would allow Patrick on, after all, he wanted
the horses off. "They have been eating good, as well as drinking,
and the pony is thriving, but I believe would thrive better when he can
live off the ship then in the bowels of it."
"Speak to the one of the royals here. Olive trees usually are of
warmer climate but there is a place in these lands where it is like
spring all year round. A special place with hot spas and there is a
cottage and field not far from the natural gardens." Not getting
into the fact they were tended by forest nymphs, pixies and the like. He
nodded to her answer, "then have them brought to the stables here,
down the side street from this tavern. I can get a look at them there
tomorrow or the next, soon as possible. Get them off the ship and onto
"Royals?" She swallowed slowly, but easily coughed to scare
away the fear only to smile in agreement about the horses.. "I
shall see the royals as you called them, and see about the olive trees..
and thank you Patrick, to get them off the ship would be the best for
any animal.. they are use to running, enjoying the air and nature.. not
the bucking and waving of Zeus.." She felt the same, but the horses
were of more importance, and would be up early to gather all five and
have them brought to the stable. "If they could speak, they would
thank you.. merci." Her tone was filled with genuine happiness..
for now she felt Alexos could rest.
It was always good to see something work out for someone. Gemma smiled
at Patrick and Anthea before she finished her drink. Warm from the fire
and now warm from the inside out, she covered a yawn with her hand.
Blame the punch!
"Good, then it is all settled and I shall offer you a price based
on what I mentioned once I've looked them over."
It was getting late in the evening, a time when Anthea usually was fast
asleep with visions of ice and snow in her dreams. But, for now, she
would sit upon the chair that held such comfort, she knew sleep could be
had here if she allowed it. "Of course, Patrick.. I would not wish
you to buy out of sight.. " He was kind, as was Gemma.. more she
had met that made this land special and one she would love to call home.
"I think it's time for me to head back to the barracks." She
pushed to her feet, chuckling. "I'm getting too used to the routine
of early to bed, early to rise I fear. Patrick, it's always good to see
you. And Anthea, it was a pleasure to meet you. Rest well, both of
He rose as Gemma was about to take her leave. "I will see you
back." They had some things to talk about and he could tell Anthea
was tired as well. This would make it easier. He already had a key to a
room if he made it back or stopped by one of his brothers'
establishments and spend the night there; such as Gus' flat or Brogan's
casino. "That is with your permission.." perhaps she preferred
being alone. He would respect that if it was the case. "A pleasure
Anthea, the rooms are very comfortable here and Hazel's cooking is
excellent." She was in good hands.
"Be safe, Gemma... and it was so nice to meet you as well.. "
She knew it was time for her rest as well, thus did she slowly rise from
the chair. Finger delicately to take hold of her gloves as she gazed to
the fire one last time before smiling to both.."Pleasure meeting
you Patrick.. and safe travels with only good dreams.." With a
fleeting smile did the woman find the steps, and soon her rooms for
"I'd like that very much, Patrick." Her voice softened a touch
as she stood. "You're always welcome to walk with me." She
would never refuse. Over to retrieve her cloak, though she was sure
Patrick would help her with it. "Thank you, Anthea. Good
He was right there with her to retrieve her cloak first to put on, then
his to follow. Instead of seeing to the door, a hand fell to capture
hers and next she would find herself in the hallway close to the door.
That quick sort of spin that had her pressed up against the wall as he
quite boldly found her lips under his in a heated kiss, one that spoke
of too long since the last.
He didn't give her a chance to even let out a surprised squeak before he
had her against the wall, his lips finding hers. Her arms went around
his neck as she returned the kiss. Yes, it had been so long and she had
missed him more than she had realized. She found she was warmer now too,
One leg braced between hers as hands slid under her cloak and around,
pulling her up tight against his muscular form. Hands caressed, molding
against skin as the hunger of his lips only devoured hers that were as
willing in response. He wasn't sure how she'd respond to such impromptu
heated passion, some shied away for it was not all that proper. Not
at all, it was the kind of scene heated dreams were made of but the
reality even better. The scents that mingled, the heat, the touch, the
devouring of her lips with an onslaught of stimuli.
Gemma had never worried about proper and wouldn't now. His kisses were
exactly what she wanted, what she needed. She had been worried he had
forgotten about her, and she had hated being so busy she didn't have a
chance to seek him out. Things were settling now and his kiss made her
realize how much worried she had been. She pressed against him as
the kiss deepened, fingers curling into his hair.
If he kept up he would be bringing her into his office and that was not
a place for a return performance, it would be somewhere else if it was
to be. Somewhere where it would become special to them. His
breath came strained for holding back and she might even realize it as
the kiss srtayed down to the soft part of her earlobe to suckle there where
his breathing rhythm would be heard. So, he was not quite breaking
off the kiss but easing it away instead, relishing the feel of her
body molded to his and the way she responded to him, to that animalistic
She made a sound deep in her throat as he teased her earlobe and a
shiver moved through her. Eyes closing, her hands slid along his
shoulders and down strong arms. Somewhere in her mind, she knew they
should stop but she didn't want him to. That draw was stronger than any
"Soon," was growled low in her ear as lips and tongue
passed over the fine ridges before he pushed up. "Time to get you
home," as his hand curled around hers. There was a method to his
madness for this was her warning, or something to think on in the
meantime. Next time, he would be taking it further or she would be
stopping him. Time would tell. "Good night Alex, Hazel,"
called out to them as he was quickly ushering Gemma outside into the
cold air that would help to cool things off that needed cooling at the
"Aye," though what she was answering yes to could be
questioned, even in her own befuddled mind. His voice sent another
shiver through her and she smiled as their fingers intertwined.
"Good night," was what she managed to call out, breathing in
that cold air to clear her head. Her dreams might be very interesting
of the most trusted men working for Patrick, George, was the one
delivering the letter along with the pouch of coins. The pouch
containing a total of 7400 coins for both the purchase of the five
equines and her winnings from the past races.
Dear Lady Drakos,
I got a chance to look over the four adult horses plus the colt.
Considering their long journey by sea, they are in good health which I
was pleased to see. Taking into consideration they are not presently racing
and have not for a while and so would need to be
trained again, I am offering the top price for non racing horses at 300 coins
a piece, this includes the colt to a total sum of 1500 coins. If
this is not an agreeable sum for you, please contact me and we shall
discuss the price further.
I have included, with this letter, your winnings from the past race held
on October thirtieth. Your winnings came to a total of 5900 coins. A
very good start indeed. Higher than the average at picking out winners.
Sincerely. Patrick Frasier
A smile had been bestowed upon George, with soft words if he could
remain while she responded. The man was kind enough to do so, and
thus had Anthea responded to the kindness of Lord Frasier.
The price is more then fair, and I again thank you so much for
your assistance in this matter. I am glad my friend can rest in
peace now, knowing his animals are in good hands and off the seas.
I am truly sorry if my time was not available and I was absent.
And so glad you did not mind looking to the horses and taking them.
They are good animals and I trust you will find naught wrong with
them. I am sorry to admit, when it comes to horses, be they
racing or non racing horses, I have very little knowledge of such, and
trust you in all when it comes to this.
I am happy to have done so well with the races, and count the days until
another race is had. I enjoyed it, and will enjoy future endeavors
Again, thank you so much my Lord, and hope to talk in person again soon.
For now, this Greek needs to find employment, and unfortunately, horses
are not something I know to ask you for employment. But, to
call you friend, shall always flow from my lips for the kindness you
Anthea Gaia Drakos