Post by Alistair Holmes on May 3, 2015 5:27:20 GMT -6
One iced latte.
A thick layer of cream.
Ellen Banks certainly had a sweet tooth.
Alistair thoughtfully tapped the side of the beverage with one finger, taking a sip of his own heated drink he held in his other hand as he silently watched the stable's currently vacant entrance. She would be here soon enough. Ellen Banks may be perhaps unpredictable to many, but if there was one sole aspect of her life she remained steadfastly clockwork upon it was anything in relation to the stunning creature in the stall beside him. Neptune seemed not overall bothered with the bodyguard's presence, giving him some attention upon his arrival moments before but had since busied himself with pulling at the hay bale mounted on the wall in his stall. Alistair lent against the edge of the stall door, looking perhaps a little out of place in his suit, giving an exasperated sigh; If she was late, the cream would melt. Well, that would be her own fault.
Most people didn't seem to want to personally seek out the sharp tongue and icy demeanor of Ellen Banks; it was fairly Academy wide knowledge that overall she was someone that if you weren't on her inner circle, she was someone to avoid. Alistair had already done the nessisary initial research in regards to the girl, and while there was a significant amount of Ellen that remained in shadow, that darker side of her reputation did little to phase Alistair. Currently, he had found himself with reason to take a little chat with the heiress, and that overruled any risk in his mind that potentially there could be in the intended discussion.
The girl held an intense negative conviction towards his employers; He'd heard of their little confrontation, and as needs must when an opposing force presented itself, Alistair took it upon himself to delve into the drive behind it. At his core, he wanted the lives of Drew and Evelyn to remain as streamlined as possible; But another reason also commanded his current presence in the stables. From what he could establish, Ellen Banks appeared to be a female struggling with her own personal identity. She was a Banks, and while he could not claim to know the family in detail, he knew enough to understand the pressures placed on her shoulders, which perhaps clashed with her own personal growth. This was evident from how her reputation had seemingly shifted to a small degree, from this heartless, emotionless bitch to someone notably calmer, someone who perhaps was now a little unsure of herself.
If he could use this to quell any potential aggressive move between her and the Conners, for the benefit of them all, then Alistair would; Only a fool allowed a preventable fight.
He slowly took another sip of his drink, glancing over towards the horse; It still was very much more interested in the hay then him. "... Your rider's takin' her royal time today. I bet you're hungry," He commented.
A thick layer of cream.
Ellen Banks certainly had a sweet tooth.
Alistair thoughtfully tapped the side of the beverage with one finger, taking a sip of his own heated drink he held in his other hand as he silently watched the stable's currently vacant entrance. She would be here soon enough. Ellen Banks may be perhaps unpredictable to many, but if there was one sole aspect of her life she remained steadfastly clockwork upon it was anything in relation to the stunning creature in the stall beside him. Neptune seemed not overall bothered with the bodyguard's presence, giving him some attention upon his arrival moments before but had since busied himself with pulling at the hay bale mounted on the wall in his stall. Alistair lent against the edge of the stall door, looking perhaps a little out of place in his suit, giving an exasperated sigh; If she was late, the cream would melt. Well, that would be her own fault.
Most people didn't seem to want to personally seek out the sharp tongue and icy demeanor of Ellen Banks; it was fairly Academy wide knowledge that overall she was someone that if you weren't on her inner circle, she was someone to avoid. Alistair had already done the nessisary initial research in regards to the girl, and while there was a significant amount of Ellen that remained in shadow, that darker side of her reputation did little to phase Alistair. Currently, he had found himself with reason to take a little chat with the heiress, and that overruled any risk in his mind that potentially there could be in the intended discussion.
The girl held an intense negative conviction towards his employers; He'd heard of their little confrontation, and as needs must when an opposing force presented itself, Alistair took it upon himself to delve into the drive behind it. At his core, he wanted the lives of Drew and Evelyn to remain as streamlined as possible; But another reason also commanded his current presence in the stables. From what he could establish, Ellen Banks appeared to be a female struggling with her own personal identity. She was a Banks, and while he could not claim to know the family in detail, he knew enough to understand the pressures placed on her shoulders, which perhaps clashed with her own personal growth. This was evident from how her reputation had seemingly shifted to a small degree, from this heartless, emotionless bitch to someone notably calmer, someone who perhaps was now a little unsure of herself.
If he could use this to quell any potential aggressive move between her and the Conners, for the benefit of them all, then Alistair would; Only a fool allowed a preventable fight.
He slowly took another sip of his drink, glancing over towards the horse; It still was very much more interested in the hay then him. "... Your rider's takin' her royal time today. I bet you're hungry," He commented.