who? @celayawitcher where? avernia, lady severian’s castle when? after neptunalia began, late at night
Being grounded is not a feeling Araceli is used to, after a few years with her crew, but a must is a must. With Iskaldrik’s fall and the wave of refugees stuck in Haven, there is a great deal of work to do within Lysara for Lady Severian’s heir, and that is without taking into account most of Neptunalia’s festivities. There is too much going on, and too little time to take to the waters. So she has given her crew some time off, and she has returned home once more, ready to meet with her mother and figure out what she needs to do next. The tasks have fallen upon her shoulders as easily as always, and day had turned to night before she noticed.
She leaves her study with a sigh, a hand rubbing the back of her neck as she tries to massage away the knot that had formed after countless hours hunched down, when she stops in her tracks. A shadow wavers on the corner of her eye, and her hand falls to her rapier before she turns her head just enough to catch a glimpse of the shadow owner’s. Another sigh escapes her as she lowers her hand from her weapon and turns to face the amnesiac with a raised brow.
“It's a tad late for wandering, is it not?”
