It’s too beautiful of a day to spend all of it within the walls of Starfall. The morning has already passed her by, and it’s suddenly the heat of the day in Dorne. Allaria has donned a thin, lavender gown as a result, soaking up the occasional cool breeze from her window as she looks down to the sparkling waters of the Torrentine below.
It’s soon too pretty to resist, and it leads Allaria to sneak out through the gates, across the bridge, and down onto the water banks below. It’s so much cooler by the water. Allaria sheds her shoes and gathers up as much fabric in her hands as she can before she ventures nearly knee-deep into the water, stopping only when she hears something. She smiles curiously to see a stranger’s face. “Oh. Good afternoon.” The woman certainly isn’t Dornish. Allaria isn’t even sure if she’s from the Reach. “I didn’t see you there.”