Riario, Poet and Lover
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Riario lounged on the soft couch and smiles languidly. The evening had been a sumptuous and glorious success, of course. Unlike his poetry and song his Sculpture was always shown in private to a specially selected audience. The price tags were always large and the work always made up of unique pieces. He hated to repeat himself in his three dimensional art.
The Countess of Bretham had bought two pieces. A surprise to most, but not to him. After all he had been whispering sweet nothings in her air into the early hours in her boudoire for several months. He didn't find her attractive, he rarely found vapid women attractive, but patronage as a bard was always important and hers had made the winter in Luskan bearable.
With a sigh he heaved himself upright and wandered, naked, out of her bedroom and into the adjacent study. One of his pieces had already been installed in the corner of the room, and the sheer decadence of having such art in a room only the Countess and her maid usually saw struck him as both amusing and annoying. It was obviously time to move on. Always best to move on before a patroness bored him. And of course before the husband returned from the City for spring planting on the estate.
Dressing he gathered his belongings and left the estate, taking his favourite horse from the stable and riding for the City. There he deposited his money with his factor, gave all the sumptuous clothes he had been given away to the places beggars and with an easy smile wandered from the city afoot.
Being wealthy and famous bored him faster than anything. Time to move on, to find a new audience, a new clientelle and some new women to admire. Who knows, this time he might find one that could hold his attention. People put so much stock in what they called beauty. Riario looked far deeper and at the same time just as shallow. What he sought was not typical beauty, but a beauty he could appreciate for it's differences.
North, he thought, Peltarch sounded promising. Elections in the offing and an entire bardic college. And aboce all a lot of people who didn't know him. He always liked to start fresh.
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