#cognati:open

[lcgionhq]

location: the  winter  market  of  wintertown

open  to : ( 3/3)

the  north  was  too  damn  cold  for  her  liking.  and  the  drab  winter  clothing  she  was  forced  to  cover  up  herself  with  was  doing  absolutely  no  justice  to  her  figure  nor  showing  off  her  latest  fashionable  designs.  it  was  only  the  second  day  and  already  alerie  was  desperately  wishing  for  the  days  to  fly  by  faster  so  she  could  go  home.  as  her  eyes  glazed  idly  over  the  homely-looking  wares  on  display  at  a  stall,  her  mind  already  wondering  what  fool  would  pay  for  such  pitiful  products  as  this,  a  sudden  fetid  stench  filled  her  nostrils.  looking  around  for  the  source  of  the  smell,  whilst  holding  her  delicate  nose,  she  abruptly  glanced  down  and  let  out  a  scream  when  she  lifted  her  foot  and  saw  a  suspicious  brown  clump  at  the  bottom  of  her  boot.  kicking  the  snow  around  her  boot,  her  entire  expression  turned  into  horror  as  a  pile  of  what  looked  it  might  be  animal  feces  was  in  place,  half  hidden  by  the  snow.  "PLEASE  TELL  ME,  THAT  IS  NOT  WHAT  I  THINK  IT  IS??"  she  shrieked  a  little  hysterically.

[parthenopaed]

setting : market of wintertown, on the second day of the festivities, open (3/3).

for far too long, she has wanted to get to know the white harbor – instead, she gets the next best thing. wintertown is hardly a town in itself, much less a city, and it is barely a place for a market as well, for markets, for her, tell a tale of people and smells of all sorts, of the open air of the sea. wintertown smells stale, like sweat and mudd.

it's only natural that their wares are also the next best thing. nose wrinkles as she approaches a stall and sees another take in their hands something that can barely pass for jewerly. "that is not gold." she warns the other, careless of the glare she receives by the seller of the trinket.

[courteley]

where : outside the great keep when : before the hunt with : open to everyone except targs

" ... and poor princess daera. imagine stepping between two quarreling lords and being so completely ignored. truly, it was almost cruel to watch. " a small sigh, soft against her cup: a mix between sympathy and disappointment. " i think i would simply die of humiliation. "