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SEQUENCE 01, Memory 3: NascenceSEQUENCE 01, Memory 3: Nascence by imajanaeshun
18 MARCH, 1600 - SOUTHWARK
After Augusta was led from one end of London to the other, they arrived in Southwark on the other side of the city’s medieval bridge. Just as Augusta’s desire for Robert’s sword grew stronger than her patience, the hooded man’s stride finally slowed at an open gateway that welcomed visitors into a large inn yard on the left. He was especially vigilant as he entered; watching for any suspicious characters that would dare follow him through. Augusta remained behind the attached wall until he reached the ground floor entrance to an old tavern called The Tabard.
Augusta’s heart lurched. The Tabard had been mentioned in one of the old books she had read as a child; one of the first pieces Robert had used to help her form words out of nonsensical scribbles. It was one of her favorites because of that. She caught herself just as the man she had followed disappeared inside. Once a few moments had
SEQUENCE 01, Memory 2: To Errour is HumanSEQUENCE 01, Memory 2: To Errour is Human by imajanaeshun
18 MARCH, 1600 – CURTAIN THEATRE
As the sun fully emerged above London’s skyline, Emory Camber strolled and skipped along the cobblestone to the Curtain Theatre, where he spent most of his mornings. He chose his favorite spot - leaning against the locale's wall on Holywell Lane – and pulled a bound collection of poems from his coat. Occasionally he would glance up to watch the passerby; some high-class couples in ornate dress, some half-costumed actors rushing to get ready for the next performance, and some more typical citizens, who roamed by without being given a second glance. Among the latter was a cloaked figure that had nonchalantly appeared beside him, relaxed upon the wall as he was. The stranger remained invisible, until she spoke.
“The Faerie Queen?” She inquired about his reading material.
Emory was startled by her presence. He tried to see her face, but she kept it hidden behind a dark green cowl.